Once there was a grain of fear in a human’s mind.
The human died and the grain was eaten by a mouse.
The mouse eaten by a snake, which was killed and became the shoes of a fearless man, a warrior of great strength, killed in battle.
The warrior became a flower, who’s pollen was taken by the bee, which was eaten by a bird, which flew across the skies.
A feather from the bird fell and floated to the ground.
A man picked the feather up and stuck it in his hat as a symbol of pride.
Once home he cut a point on the end of the feather and dipped it into ink and began to write.
The words flowed freely upon the page and told of the passion and emotion in his rage.
Released from his anger he tore free the sheet upon which he had written his hate, he threw this and the feather into the fire where it burned.
Then the grain of fear rose as a particle of smoke and once more it took to the skies.
A charged particle it was drawn up to the sun, the moon and the stars.
Part of the darkness which transports and giveth light.
A child gazed out of a window, not a grain of fear in his mind.
He saw a star twinkle, noticing the darkness by its side.
Moon beams shone upon him and as he gazed he became wise.
The next morning he watched the sun rise and his heart was filled with love.
This love he gave to his parents who embraced his gift with more love.
We die and,
It’s a while since I wrote this – maybe needs a rewrite???