It is a cruel life indeed,
for all time-spent living, the heart does bleed.
To feel things you feel no other creature feels.
To comprehend something so inert it makes your heart reel.
The scent of a flower reveals its beauty.
Clashing of metal telling stories of medieval duty.
A song can take you places you have never saw.
A breeze and your spirit sores over the earth, breaking that law.
When a story, a song, a vision can be gained from simple things.
For a fleeting moment, joy this does bring.
To realize that all things around you tell a story,
from the sky above to the deepest quarry.
A story about life from creation to creation, A story about death from desecration to desecration.
Everything in nature has a place and a meaning.
Everything has a sensation that leaves your senses teaming.
Life had purpose and meaning, even the smallest of features, it can shake your very being because you feel it like no other creature.
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