The World
The darkness chases after the light at a 1000 miles-per-hour across the surface in a race it cannot win. Flowers bloom with the scent of beauty pollinating the air to multiply their goodness. Chills grow as cold water begins to fall upon sensitive skin. Smiles populate as abundance pours its sweet nectar into the mouths of its delicate chicks. Tears blow dry with the breeze of kindness. Wisdom shines its light.
Gears break free with a sudden clang as the repaired machine lurches forward. Momentum builds. Pinned back against the seat as the acceleration transitions to warp speed. The whistle is music. A grand orchestra ignites the souls of the fallen. A bountiful wind fills the sails. Life takes its hold with a powerful grip on the minds of the righteous. Brilliant colors explode.
The glistening sword fills ears with honesty that tingles the spine. The morning erupts with freshness. The purpose has taken shape. The bells ring in an original medley. The soldiers take their positions with no post left abandoned. Immediate silence. Destiny builds in the quiet anticipation of inevitable victory. The aim is true.