It was perhaps natural if the deserts blamed the
flaming Sun for acrimoniously blistering into
tumultuous heat; as they were perpetually unable to do
anything; other than just relentlessly whirling into a
pool of disdainful dust and mirage; all night and
brilliant day,
It was perhaps natural if the trees blamed the
vengeful hurricanes for devastating their blissful
entity into an inconspicuously bedraggled heap; as
they were perpetually unable to anything; other than
just incessantly embedding their roots deeper and
deeper into stony cocoons of lackluster soil,
It was perhaps natural if the crops blamed the
torrential floods for wholesomely disorienting them
into pools of frigidly soiled banana skins; as they
were perpetually unable to do anything; other than
just obediently sway in the direction of the nimble
winds,
It was perhaps natural if the frogs blamed the
despondent well for perniciously incarcerating them
into dungeons of despair; as they were perpetually
unable to do anything; other than just loquaciously
leaping within the interiors; for countless more
births yet to unveil,
It was perhaps natural if the oceans blamed the fleet
of ominously advancing ships for profusely
adulterating their ravishingly tantalizing waters; as
they were perpetually unable to do anything; other
than just tirelessly undulating into a fountain of
rhapsodically tangy froth,
It was perhaps natural if the roses blamed the
abominable gutters for insidiously tarnishing its
mystical island of ebullient scent; as they were
perpetually unable to do anything; other than just
blossom into eternal fragrance with the unfurling of
ethereal dawn,
It was perhaps natural if the grass blamed the
treacherously trampling juggernaut of trucks for
squashing them indiscriminately into graveyards of
horrendous death; as they were perpetually unable to
do anything; other than just fluttering in
unbelievably aristocratic unison; to the commands of
the seductively enthralling breeze,
It was perhaps natural if the mountains blamed the
brutally freezing snow for making them ludicrously
shiver even in the heart of the flamboyantly
boisterous day; as they were perpetually unable to do
anything; other than just gigantically tower into the
handsome gorge of clouds; for boundless more births
yet to unveil,
It was perhaps natural if the dungeons blamed the
ominous blackness for barbarically asphyxiating them
in galleries of unsurpassable doom; as they were
perpetually unable to do anything; other than just
being timelessly submerged infinite kilometers;
beneath the surface of jubilant earth,
It was perhaps natural if the nightingale blamed the
ferocious lion for satanically massacring the
celestial melody in its fascinating sound; as it was
perpetually unable to do anything; other than just
beautiful unveil the mesmerizing chords of its throat;
to incomprehensible ecstasy,
It was perhaps natural if the photograph blamed
euphoric vivaciousness for continuously teasing it to
beyond the threshold limits of endurance; as it was
perpetually unable to do anything; other than just
stare in patient innocuousness; infinite hours on the
trot,
It was perhaps natural if the spider blamed the wildly
whirling winds for decimating its web into a
pulverized junkyard; as it was perpetually unable to
do anything; other than just frantically run and
suspend itself nervously from the silken strands,
It was perhaps natural if the honey blamed the
lethally venomous snake for salaciously marauding its
township of ebullient sweetness; as it was perpetually
unable to do anything; other than just ooze into a
enchantingly spell binding harmony; every unveiling
instant of the day,
It was perhaps natural if the rainbows blamed the
viciously clandestine clouds for snobbishly
obfuscating their vibrantly resplendent sparkle; as
they were perpetually unable to do anything; other
than just vividly sprout up and stringently adhere to
the sky; in times of both Sunshine and bountiful rain,
It was perhaps natural if milk blamed stagnatingly
dilapidated water for rendering its immaculately
salubrious persona into a worthless pool of insipid
nothingness; as it was perpetually unable to anything;
other than just cascade in synergistic harmony from
the sacred teats of Mother cow,
It was perhaps natural if the parrots blamed cages for
surreptitiously imprisoning their compassionately
uninhibited freedom; as they were perpetually unable
to do anything; other than just cheekily chirp in
innocently holistic tandem,
It was perhaps natural if the ants blamed the savagely
marching elephants for squelching them to countless
kilometers beneath their veritably stinking graves; as
they were perpetually unable to do anything; other
than just harmlessly squirm in collective troops and
symbiotically upon cold soil,
It was perhaps natural if the fruits blamed the
capricious branches of the tree for hurling them
uncouthly towards the apathetic ground at the
slightest draught of breeze; as they were perpetually
unable to do anything; other than just robustly
augmenting in shape and size; as time merrily elapsed
by,
But it was unfathomably preposterous if MAN blamed the
Almighty Creator for his unrelenting string of
ridiculous failures; for although the Omnipotent Lord
had majestically spawned him with passionately crimson
blood and bone; he was himself and irrefutably the
maker of his own destiny….
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