Destined

One can imagine

That there existed a rock and,

Compelled by a motherly urge,

She transformed herself into an egg

From which sprung a small feathered beast.

But as for the other

great rhetorical query,

There is a definite answer.

While love

And positive input,

The creation of beautiful memories,

And wholesome foods

All work together to form

A perfectly constructed

And warmly lined nest,

None of this is any match

For the tenacity,

The strict adherance to balance

The sheer violence,

Of nature.

All life leading to,

And made of,

all death.

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Author: kheprisilvanis

I love my life, my family and our traveling adventure. I hate tweakers and bad parenting.

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