The document discusses how nature and natural phenomena do not need permission to occur. It describes how clouds, roses, grass, sheep, stars, the sun, mountains, bees, waves, nightingales, squirrels, leaves, hands, waterfalls, butterflies, rainbows, infants, and hearts do not need permission to manifest themselves, bring beauty, nourish life, and fulfill their natural functions. The overall message is that nature has an intrinsic ability to exist and thrive without needing external approval or authorization.

1. NO PERMISSIONS
The clouds didn’t need even the most capricious of permission whatsoever; to
torrentially diffuse intounrelenting thunderbolts of ecstatically golden rain,
The rose didn’t need even the most infinitesimal of permission whatsoever; to
grandiloquently culminate into a fountain of ebullient scent; stupendously
mystify every iota of the bedraggled atmosphere,
The grass didn’t need even the most spurious of permission whatsoever; to
euphorically tingle traumatically dreary soles; miraculously metamorphose all
swelteringly dolorous into a cistern of rhapsodic freshness,
The sheep didn’t need even the most mercurial of permission whatsoever; to leave
behind a trail of immaculate belonging; profusely inundate the disastrously
commercial arena with meadows of glorious innocuousness,
The stars didn’t need even the most parsimonious of permission whatsoever; to
resplendently twinkle all night; timelessly deluge the ghastly curtainspread of
sullen darkness; with whirlwinds of optimistic light,
The Sun didn’t need even the most diminutive of permission whatsoever; to
flamboyantly blaze through every quarter of this colossal Universe; ubiquitously
disseminate its spell of enchanting optimism to every dwelling besieged with
horrendous despair,
The mountains didn’t need even the most tiniest of permission whatsoever; to
compassionately sequester the infirm in their affable belly; tower majestically
as harbingers of irrefutable solidarity; for centuries immemorial,
The bees didn’t need even the most obfuscated of permission whatsoever; to evolve
into royal whirlpools of bountiful honey; infiltrate the lugubrious complexion of the
dusty afternoon; with melodiously spell binding honey,
The waves didn’t need even the most insignificant of permission whatsoever; to
culminate into tantalizingly reinvigorating froth; unrelentingly ooze a ravishing
entrenchment of poignantly heartfelt salt,
The nightingale didn’t need even the most measly of permission whatsoever; to
stupendously titillate each dying nerve of the disdainfully frazzled body; with an
ocean of unsurpassably everlasting enchantment,
The squirrel didn’t need even the most oblivious of permission whatsoever; to frolic
impeccably through the mists of untamed desire; uninhibitedly fulminate into an

2. astounding kaleidoscope of vivacious color as it gallivanted through the handsome
trees,
The leaves didn’t need even the most nonchalant of permission whatsoever; to
seductively rustle into silken carpets of exuberant breeze; profusely solemnize the
complexion of the disastrously decaying air; with reflections of insatiably unending
happiness,
The hands didn’t need even the most insipid of permission whatsoever; to
wholeheartedly clap at every blissful occasion of existence; effusively express
their jubilant enthrallment to the most unprecedented limits,
The waterfalls didn’t need even the most non-existent of permission whatsoever; to
ingratiatingly placate drearily scorched travelers; bequeath a legacy of sparkling
togetherness upon all those murderously pinched by the corpse of bizarre
commercialism,
The butterflies didn’t need even the most evanescent of permission whatsoever; to
gorgeously flutter in exotically regale sunshine; manifest into an unfathomable sky of
eternal mischief all marathon day,
The true martyrs didn’t need even the most ethereal of permission whatsoever; to
audaciously fight for their sacrosanct motherland; relinquish every iota of their
breath for the sake of their beautifully revered country,
The rainbows didn’t need even the most transient of permission whatsoever; to
Omnisciently engulf every withering cranny of this Herculean planet; with
fabulous infernos of ardent companionship,
The infant didn’t need even the most remotest of permission whatsoever; to
holistically savor divine milk from the chest of its Godly mother; unleash into
a string of Omnipotently incoherent wails; as the Sun disappeared in wholesome
entirety from blue sky,
And the Heart didn’t need even the most microscopic of permission whatsoever; to
ecstatically liberate its incomprehensible river of passionate beats; immortally
bond them with the soul mate of its existence; perpetually unite them with the entity
it solely loved .