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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