1. THE CRY OF THE HEART
The cry of the lion was majestically thunderous; although it died as the minutes
rapidly unveiled; with the stupendous tranquility of the forests taking wholesome
control,
The cry of the clouds was insatiably voluptuous; although it faded after a while; as the
Sun Omnipotently enlightened even the most infinitesimal entity in neighboring
vicinity,
The cry of the shark was royally piercing; although it diminished almost as soon as it
had come; with the unfathomably undulating wave wholesomely drowning it into an
ocean of mesmerizing froth,
The cry of the eagle was exuberantly aristocratic; although it vanished surreptitiously
from the sky in an ethereal flash; as cyclonically untamed maelstroms perpetuated the
canvas of the panoramic valley,
The cry of the nightingale was melodiously enchanting; although it blended with the
aisles of nothingness after a while; as the triumphantly trumpeting elephants insatiably
marauded the meadows; left; right and rampant center,
The cry of the gloriously unflinching warrior was supremely ecstatic; although it
coalesced with threadbare mud in an ethereal instant; as an unsurpassably unending
tirade of pugnacious bombs; brutally plummeted upon him from the enemy camp,
The cry of the waterfalls was harmoniously enchanting; although it dried up as
quickly as flashes of lightening thunder; as the tyranny of the acrimoniously
sweltering day evaporated every bit of it; into wisps of obsoletely disappearing
oblivion,
The cry of the bee was boisterously swarming; although it soon mellowed to an
inconspicuous trace of its original self; as the scent of the magnanimously everlasting
lotus unconquerably enshrouded everything above hard ground,
The cry of the seductress was ebulliently tantalizing; although it disappeared into the
ingredients of nothingness like a trice of a bullet; as the silken magic of the titillating
night soon gave way to the hideously monotonous day,
The cry of the clocktower was stringently meticulous; although it quickly subsided
into a corpse of morbid meaninglessness; as the lanky arm struck past the
wonderfully reverberating hour,
2. The cry of the rainbow was resplendently vivacious; although it fleetingly hid in its
shell of sequestered oblivion; as the blanket of poignantly crimson clouds soon took a
insurmountably bountiful grip of the fathomless sky,
The cry of the dewdrops was beautifully exhilarating; although it pathetically
evaporated into bits of open space; as soon as the Sun blazed to its domineeringly
profound radiance in the boundless sky,
The cry of the leaves was mystically seductive; although it transformed into a
diminutively subdued mellow; as the victoriously advancing gusty wind now became a
song of charismatic love,
The cry of the newly born was Omnisciently effusive; although it became a fugitive
impression of its ownself; as the years advanced and the web of inevitably insidious
commercialism took disgusting control,
The cry of the brain was fantastically unfathomable and incessantly exploring;
although it transited into an inferno of lackadaisical disparagement; as the savagery of
uncouth society salaciously overpowered every intricate arena of survival,
The cry of the conscience was irrefutably honest; although it sporadically manipulated
itself every now and again; as existence was of the most quintessentially paramount
importance amidst the pack of satanically lecherous wolves,
The cry of breath was charismatically sensuous; although it veritably finished in
limited amounts of unfurling time; as the strokes of destiny eventually had their
unavoidably final say,
But the cry of the heart was immortally unassailable; come what may; passionately
shuddering even centuries immemorial after wholesome diminishing of the bodily
form; perpetually uniting with God’s most pricelessly Omnipotent beats of love.
