by Anthony Brown

Created on: May 06, 2011

I’ll THINK ABOUT IT…

            The oceans, the waters, when they were formed, when nature created the bodies of waters; were they done by drops of rain, clouds dispersed very slowly, continuously until the basins were filled?

Think about it…

            The first season of seashells; when they were cast upon the shore, did they form a pattern, something like a DNA structure for all shells to follow, somewhat like snowflakes, but more solid, something made with substance?

I’ll think about it.

The flavor of salt-water of our tears, did this cause distinction to form the idea of salt water and fresh water; the seas and the lakes, ponds, streams and rivers filled with schools of fishes. Did she cry, Mother Nature, and as she tasted her own tears, were they salty? Did this cause her to see the seas? I’ll think about it.

            Why, why things are the way they are; puppies are dogs and kittens are not lions? Did she cry, Mother Nature, something as the morning dew, a deep sorrow reminding her while she was creating? And, then she notice death. Did this make her sad? I’ll think about it. For we know that she colored the land, filled the void of Spring with flourish of trees, lifted sunrays of light as rainbow crossing through the skies; wide windows of stars draping along the horoscopes of Libra, and so on. She did have good days.

            In the mist of her crying and all, she did find laughter to give the skunk a scent and watch the penguins limp, keeping them close to the ground, over the snow. This stuff she did was good, and I think about it. I’ll think like…she had to have good times and all. When she created all the stuff. I’ll think about it…you know, keep myself amused. I think like she most have loved me and stuff when she saw my mother given birth. I feel she had good reasons to keep all this stuff going; to let the good stand- keeping the bad things inside, yet not letting go the meaning that things remains pure in life.

            I mean, I like to think about it…and I think like, when she did all of this; she thought it all was beautiful.

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