Earth

O Earth! Deity of life Creator of Perfection at each breath Supreme Creation of the Almighty How do you so effortlessly manifest beauty On such epic proportions. How do you not forget for a single day To command the flowers to bloom. Do you Express your bliss through them? But what in times of storm? Do you indulge in passionate love with the wind? O Earth! Your pleasure kills your other beloved children. But then you say: “Life is nothing but a fickle change in my mood.” “Sometimes I am Happy, Sometimes I am not, Just like you Mortal!” What of Death, then? Do your creation cease by then? Are you also afraid of the Unknown? You say: “Nay my child! Death is a period of Introspection, of contemplation to Evolve into a better self.” But you are already perfect What is the need for you to evolve? You smile and say: “Nothing is perfect in this Universe! Not even Almighty Himself, Have you ever thought how it would be? To see multitude of rainbows lacing The summer sky, if roses rained from the Sky instead of water? How it would be to Know the language of the Sun, and make out Every majestic constellation of the stars With the naked eye? For that you need to evolve I need to evolve, and so does Almighty.” So free yourself from the shackles of perfection, And you will see you will be able to conceive Beauty of a much greater kind.