Existence.

the sky once swirled to the ground and the wind used the earth to build a figure
the shape grew from an insignificant dream to an unbelievable and magnificent being
the sun shone its rays to fill the form with light and goodness
the ocean roared and engulfed the miracle with life and everlasting nutrition
the plants that grew from the dirt sprinkled seeds of love so the new life could be a sharer of glory
the rain poured creativity and imagination into the being whilst snowflakes shared their originality and beauty
stones from deep within the core of the planet rose from their burial places to shelter the magical creature from harm and create a shell that would protect it always
finally, the colours of the world all combined to paint the figure into an exquisite masterpiece

; the fabrication of humans.

it is only when the sky turns grey and the lightning strikes that the figure shall be blackened
when the ever-growing dreams become greedy and the being is weakened
when the sun is hidden behind dark clouds and shadows reign over what once was radiant
when the ocean no longer chooses to keep feeding needs that are transient and empty
the seeds that once grew into love turn to lust and lies and dim what once was so divine
the rain evaporates and the snowflakes melt when originality lacks and conformity rules
the stones become battered and crumble to a dust that no longer wishes to be a part of what once was
the colours of life that blessed the being with brilliance turn bleak and trickle down back into the earth

; the realities that challenge humanity.