THE BATTLE OF WORDS

One day, the Sun said to me,

“Shield thyself brother. I am set to unleash my rays”

That day, I said to the Sun,

“Thy powers wane by the flow of the waters”

Under the shades of the ceiling I sought out comfort,

Refreshed by the soothing freedom of cold liquid!

One day, the Earth said to me,

“Protect your feet brother. The Sun is hurting me”

That day, I said to the Earth,

“Weak thou hath against the tantrums of the sky”

Laced on rubber against flesh,

I flew into the air to escape earth’s scorching!

One day, the Sky said to me,

“Avenge yourself brother. My bowels are set to erupt”

That day, I said to the Sky,

“Powerless to man, your rhythm has been altered by him”

Fresh ‘brella, its tip I daunted to the Sky,

Revealed containers to catch its urines!

One day, the Air said to me,

“Guard your nostrils brother. The two-legged animal has distorted my flow”

That day, I said to the Air,

“Taunt me no more, thy flow is not thine anymore”

Armed with the concluding figure on my arm,

I extended the ‘chief to my uppermost outward exterior!

One day, Mother Nature said to me,

“I am the birthplace of all saneness”

That day, I said to Nature,

“Boast no more, I am the architect of your birthplace,

The protector of your birthlings,

And the conveyor of your mischiefs”

That day, I said to myself,

“Rein in your thoughts,

Wheel in your imaginations.

Thou have won the bout against the naturals,

Only to be defeated by thyself;

The architect of thy own doom!”