Living.

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Submitted: May 20, 2018

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When humbly interrogated as to what were they doing; the unbelievably voluptuous clouds; sensuously replied; that they were extremely busy pelting majestically unfettered globules of golden rain,

When humbly interrogated as to what were they doing; the beautifully foliated trees; brazenly replied; that they were extremely busy producing astoundingly reinvigorating currents of vivid breeze,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the uninhibitedly glorious ocean; tangily replied; that it was extremely busy culminating into an endless wave of unabashedly mischievous froth,

When humbly interrogated as to what were they doing; the inimitably scarlet roses; celestially replied; that they were extremely busy disseminating vibrantly stupefying fragrance; to far; and fathomless wide,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the eternally resplendent forests; enigmatically replied; that they were extremely busy in triggering untamed cloudbursts of newness and unhindered enthrallment; all throughout the day and poignantly star-studded night,

When humbly interrogated as to what were they doing; the unflinchingly indomitable epitomes; fearlessly replied; that they were extremely busy in sequestering every fraternity of living kind from even the most evanescent onslaught of the diabolically squelching devil,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the unconquerably virile soil; peerlessly replied; that it was extremely busy proliferating into boundless civilizations of miraculous newness; every unfurling instant that the Universe ticked,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the seductively emollient meadow; blissfully replied; that it was extremely busy blossoming into a heaven of
ubiquitously panoramic dewdrops,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the incessantly chattering bumble bee; vivaciously replied; that it was extremely busy in profusely inundating each recess of its hive; with spectacularly priceless honey,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the blazingly Omnipresent Sun; blisteringly replied; that it was extremely busy in permeating the rays of unassailable optimism; to even the most remorsefully obfuscated arena of this everlasting earth,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the jubilantly enamoring waterfall; effulgently replied; that it was extremely busy in serenading the frazzled nerves of countless; with the perpetually liberating cascade of its kingly water,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the victoriously unceasing sky; aristocratically replied; that it was extremely busy harnessing and protecting every element of symbiotic goodwill; upon this handsomely emphatic Universe,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the iridescently shimmering Moon; beamingly replied; that it was extremely busy in metamorphosing every ounce of the sordidly crucifying night; into a sea of triumphantly unscathed and enchanting milk,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the ecstatically eclectic desert; aridly replied; that it was extremely busy in timelessly evolving into the most gorgeously unstoppable whirlpools of magically silken dust,

When humbly interrogated as to what were they doing; the insuperably charming mountains; undauntedly replied; that they were extremely busy in generating
waves of invincible compassion to perennially envelop every shivering organism alive; in their wholeheartedly friendly belly,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the amazingly dexterous rainbow; magnetically replied; that it was extremely busy in igniting that indispensably missing spark of life; even in the most unsurpassably sweltering of daylight,

When humbly interrogated as to what was it doing; the incredulously multiplying atmosphere; intrepidly replied; that it was extremely busy in becoming that inevitably quintessential puff of breath; that an infinite million organisms so desperately needed to exist; every unveiling instant of destined life,

When humbly interrogated as to what were they doing; the blessedly rejuvenating stars; unanimously replied; that they were extremely busy in perpetuating even the
most invisible bit of nocturnal blackness; with undying figments of sacred hope,
 
 And when humbly interrogated as to what was I doing; I instantaneously and without the slightest of thought; rumination; or further investigation replied to
whosoever who ever dared to ask me; that I was simply living.


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