The slaughter


Hola my friend!

Here's a beautiful lyric from the heart... You may predict it in multiple ways...

Clouds gathered
As the trumpet blew loud,
Thunder roared
And the ground shook hard.
Rain poured
And the sprout drowned deep,
The loam scattered
Leaving the little one to weep.
It howled
Hoping the world to turn,
Hours passed
But not a soul lend a hand.
The sprout buried
Scorned by the world's ignorance,
It's voice diminished
As if it were never born on Earth.
Weeks elapsed
And the ground gained foliage,
No man expected
The abandoned to bring back colour,
Maybe the slaughter
Wasn't a sad moment at all.

This brings us to notice how each individual has a pre-destined plan. No matter how hard or easy one's life gets, everything happens for the good. Everything happens for a purpose!

Happy reading! Adios:)

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