Cometh from the narrow,
A burning flame.
From a master Archer,
An lifefull shot Arrow.
Pierces the elements,
In all their entirety.
Air, Space, water, wind and fire.

The host smothering in magma,
Spitting and gnashing swallowing,
That single shot of life.
One and only to germinate,
Grow and manifest,
Amid all adversity,
Emerged triumphant.
Housed all memories an Elephant.

I bore you in mine balls.
My deepest cores,
You sprung and boils.
Like the deserts sands,
You dawned in multitudes.
In many lands, I you sow.
Anticipating a seed-tommoow.
An heir to throne of Thor.
Like, Leo panthera to Roar.
Roar, upon all the Heath.

The fertile grains you beheld,
Yet your fire they extinguished.
Oblivious to your mega-fate.
That of conquering the universe.
Edifying all you touch.
The barren you tasted.
The drop of life,
Lacked to crack your coat.

When I gaze at these balls of life,
Rolling upon the earth.
Full of expectations,
Queens, kings, or Princesses or Princes.
Thieves, Vilains or Witches or Whores,
All unknown to All.
Yet the thought of expecting,
Floods the streets of Minds.
Only the Creater,
knows whats bounds Buds.
Your, power, your future.
To flood the multiverse.
With life abundant.
So roll, roll ball of life..
Soar, soar arrow of life.

By...

E b T. Chikodza.
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