Shallow...
Too shallow to see...
Too insignificant to decipher...
Too uninteresting to mention...
Maybe just a shadow of something that never was
A remnant of the vapour of something that almost was
Or was it?
Such as he was looking for the third time to see
The birth of a cloud above the sea
I could look ten times and say
All there is to see is not much per se
A limelight maybe could point out
To the outspring of something that nobody expected
To something that everybody doubted
To be called anything else than a bout
A spark, a tin, a doubt
Maybe something or maybe not
One thing is certain
It would always be more than nil
Because nature does not condone void
Nor does it sustain veil
As a matter of fact,
When nature sees a breath fighting for its growth and survival
Striving to become more than ephemere
Or elevating itself above mere essence
Nutrients, light and water will altogether conspire
Hold, uphold and catalyze what never was
To be more than a shallow cause
A glorious conspiracy that gives birth to vegetation, beings, and ideas with the same consistency and enthusiasm
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