SECRETS
Were our secrets a footstep what are a great crevice it would excavate larger than a thousand earth mower Were our secrets a trail it would slither like serpents into grooves and crests of an endless maze we eventually get lost Were our secrets a water body It could never be a gentle pool oozing cool sea breeze to a sultry heartland; No! it would be a great Tsunami bursting violently devouring everything in its path Were our secrets an insect it would be the tag-team of a canker worm and locust bringing to naught all the years of blood and sweat on the field of life Were our secrets a king no living thing would ever escape his cruel fist never escaping from eternal captivity so much that the very air we breathe would surely not be toll-free Were our secrets a Mother-Hen she would be that precocious one minding all the carnality of this world as her chicks