Simple reactions born of hydrogen and gravity
Taking that simplest of building blocks
And combining into something more and more
Radiating energy with every step
Developing into heavier and heavier thing
Until the sun collapses under the weight of the products
Supernova scatters the remains across space and time
Till you and I were created
Let grace be the sun that rasises you up
Instilling in you a confidence of belonging
Verily I say this is your call to action
Enough of dead and the darkness
Perhaps I should contemplate the finer things of life
Envisioning a dream scenario
An ocean front condo right on the beach
Counting the waves as they break along the sandy shore
How I could spend days in that spot, basking in the sun
Eventually I would wake up and wonder what else I could do,
So I’m movin’ to the country, I’m gonna eat me a lot of …
Braving the elements, Lawrence left his condo and walked east
Leaving behind the love of his life and his children
Evening was setting in as the sun dropped below the horizon
Smiling with chattering teeth, he soon came upon his destination
Sliding back into the kitchen, Lawrence began washing his hands
Everyone deserved to have a good breakfast to start the day
Determined to bake fresh bread for those staying at the shelter, he began measuring
Hugging himself hard, Joe waded through his living room
Observing his lifetime of possessions drowning before him
Pleading to God for the rain to flee before the sun
Envisioning a drier future as he wiped even more droplets from his cheeks
Foliage heralds a time of transition
As geese chase the fleeing sun
Leaving the darkness to slowly begin its march
Letting the cold begin to have a foothold
Matt closed his eyes and reached out with his other senses. The rustle from behind him could be that stupid squirrel that Katie had said stole some of his lunch last week. At least it sounded the same to Matt. It had been a week, and to be honest, he hadn’t really been paying attention to exactly how that stupid squirrel had sounded anyway.
Still Matt let his imagination wander just like the critter was doing behind him. Katie was definitely missing out today. The smell of freshly bloomed lilacs perfumed the air and amplified the lovely warm feeling of the sun playing along his face. He broke out into a smile and stood up; knowing his lunch break was almost over. Matt began to whistle as he whipped out his white cane and began tapping to the beat while feeling his way back to the office. Katie must have been blind to miss out on an afternoon like this.
Tonight I looked into the night sky and saw infinity. I saw the moment when I was born, and the time my parents fell in love. I gazed upon the day Newton discovered how the stars dance. I saw a time when this planet was born out of the fiery refuse spiraling around a young star. I looked up and saw a continuum of what has been in time, and I wondered if my descendants will look up into that night sky and see light from a star that was created as I looked up at the stars and wondered.
I am one of the last of my kind. Our peaceful existence has been beset by a parasite that does not respect our ways. They assume we are not sentient because our movements are measured in generations. I know they have little intelligence since they think in the moment.
We develop thoughts that span generations. Our memories are ancestral. I can remember the beginnings of our time on the planet. I remember the births and deaths of the stars overhead. When one of us fall we mourn, but we know the memories are imprinted in the next generation.
The life giving sun and thirst quenching rain nourish us daily. We reach higher and higher as we grow in height and wisdom. This growth is our biggest strength and our greatest problem. The tallest and straightest of us are prime candidates for the barbaric practices of the parasites. They strip off our skin, live in our bones, and grind us into dust. Some show love, giving us hugs, but they are few and far between.
Still I will strive to grasp the sun. If the parasites come for me I will dedicate my spirit to the little saplings I leave behind and pray that they are allowed to grow in peace, knowing my memories will become one with the next generation of the trees.