Life is a gas, I whisper
as I pass the days.
floating on the breeze.
Avoiding naked flames
and storm clouds
that could distress, dispersing me
into the clouds, to become
just a droplet,
ready to soak the land beneath.
Well soak is a bit of a stretch.
It will take more than just me.
I'll become a single angels teardrop
on a single mountain peak.
As I mingle down stream
with my new found friends,
floating, visiting new ends.
living our dreams.
A river that bends
through idyllic
countryside scenes.
Misted from view
behind watery screens.
Our teardrop eyes
flooding
the beautiful scenery.
We reach the beach,
our destination,
to become part
of this grand
orchestration.
A moment of joy, wonder and awe.
Forever is here, and we
are standing at her door.
We begin to pour.
A trickle into a flood.
To become one.
Our journey. long and good.
But as one we keep this world moving
the way it always should.
I float and I merge
into a million drops as one.
My thoughts submerge
and then
they
are gone.
Life is a gas,
I float silently past,
Evaporated,
reinvigorated,
I restart this life,
another cycle to pass.
I remember
when the dinosaurs massed,
I remember when
the ice age finally cracked.
Now I see this devastation and pain
that these human trespassers
have caused en-masse.
I see the filth and litter floating past,
the choking fumes
from which life can't survive,
and I wonder how many
more cycles do I have left?
Thanks for reading.
taken from the #escapril prompt
"Change of state"
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