The Being

It started as a seed inside the fruit of its mother kind.
Drop to the ground filled with species both gentle and wild.
Waited for months to witness the sun and feel the air,
To learn how to survive in this world that is truly unfair.

With struggles it must adapt to things that surrounds it.
Embrace the coldness of winter and so the summer heat.
Strengthens its being to conquer the world of mysteries.
Answer every question that some never wanted to see.

In the silence it could hear his mind talking in languages,
And started to dream images beyond its real capabilities.
Now its imaginations are slowly brought into life.
Accepted by the world and this creature has nothing to hide.

Its name is a legend to every living and depending being.
Its mastery is a religion to some because it is blinding.
It forgets its kind and where it really came before.
A sudden demon, a master of greed, a being of ignores.

Now the mother kind drops a tear instead of a living fruit.
Worried that its kind will forget its flowers and roots.
Its prayer to its creator makes it live in patience,
That someday its grown fruit will feel a little conscience.

kenn jimena

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