Broken
I broke something that can never be fixed. Without a second thought just because i was angry at the time. The stress i put on it was so great that it destroyed years of work in a split-second. It didnt break easy, the members which were together for so long were stubborn, not wanting to be removed. But they did.
Once the life of a collossal creation, macined and refined into something more useful. The only thing left of its past was its color and texture, but that too was d slightly different.
The molecular structure is awe-inspiring, xylem and phloem matching perfectly, nourishing the greater good. Incredible that even something dead can be used for the life of the whole.
Smooth, yet rough; light, but dark; sharp, yet round. Once was alive, but now dead. Its death leading to the futherence of others around it. Every piece a testimony of its Creator.
It was a piece of wood; now a popsicle stick. And its broken.
Once the life of a collossal creation, macined and refined into something more useful. The only thing left of its past was its color and texture, but that too was d slightly different.
The molecular structure is awe-inspiring, xylem and phloem matching perfectly, nourishing the greater good. Incredible that even something dead can be used for the life of the whole.
Smooth, yet rough; light, but dark; sharp, yet round. Once was alive, but now dead. Its death leading to the futherence of others around it. Every piece a testimony of its Creator.
It was a piece of wood; now a popsicle stick. And its broken.