Water Underwater

I can never say I never really understood why people feel the need to attack one another. Sometimes people’s silence doesn’t allow them to be still enough to notice their own deeds, enough chance to assume their side could possibly be very wrong. Desire.
Have you not heard of the story of The Quiet Pond? You never asked.
The ones who get closer to feel fire and not warmth, understand and stay away from fire. But the fire that was taken down by the wind, can find the slightest moisture and blame water for its demise. Now the world hates water because quenching a thirst and washing your very Dirty Clothes and Skin that you hate, was not the story that was told of Water. The fire always burning its self will always blame water for not being there to help it. So, fire decides to burn down the forest the little insignificant pond resides in happiness and YELL to the world, “HEY! Look how naked the pond is!” but whisper to the pond, “YOU WILL NEVER BE THE SEA because YOU NEVER TURNED YOURSELF INTO WOOD FOR ME TO CONSUME.”
“Fire will always be fire.” Says the quiet pond, still in peace but remorse for the forest burnt down around it for no absolute reason because what saddens the pond above all is the cries it heard when everything fell apart because fire whispered in their ears, “Water could have been raining if I had been under it long enough, but it chose to stay still and watch you all burn to ashes. No, don’t focus on what started the fire! LOOK what it did to me!” All turned faces to see if it was true, to see if water cared.
Funny thing about fire, it forgot to mention about tears underwater.
But earth provides. What was once burnt down, grew taller than ever before, tall enough to not fall for words of fire.

Thorns on a stem hide the beauty of a face with a touch of reality, as if nature decided to balance out perfection with a touch of untouchableness for the impatient one who decides to snatch it out of the ground to feel just how beautiful.
I don't think a rose will ever know it's remarkabless cause I clearly see it's face questioning everything. Will I get snatched too early? Will I be beautiful enough? Will my own petals betray me? Will the sun show me eternal kindness? Will I dry out?

But somehow, her touch managed to change that face into a smile.

Suddenly it makes sense.
I don't want to use a crown. ❤️

"Ecclesiastes” by don
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