Crecendo

In the rising of the Sun, Trees begin to tilt upward. Rivers begin to drip. The heads of people begin to turn toward Light.



Like a Savior rising from Dead. Like sudden Hope on the edge of Despair. Everything awoke, slowly, achingly, showing inside, growing outside.



Slowness is inbred into All, and collectively All begins to bloom. Waking up from a long afternoon nap, Drunkenness looms, and Soon Enough eases off to the pedal of Speed. Faster and faster Life awakes. In the uncovering of One, lies the discovery of Another. With Motivation all around, They explode at once, Pollen flies, Wind taking it whole and letting it spread.



Life springs everywhere. It starts as a quiet hum, and brings Things almost to a pause. Is It there? Once confirmed is exaggerated.



Suddenly, the Best is excessive. The Noise is deafening. Chaos ensues, ruptures and melts until Nothing can be distinguished.



Resources exhausted, Oxygen begins to slow. It's difficult to breathe and All collectively sigh, deciding to die again for months, together.



Stagnant, the Earth remains. Quiet without Energy. Only with Grey and Solemn. Relived and Tired.



When the final rest is achieved, Eye opens, searching for Light and finally finding it. Determined to bring Life to All.