Metamorphisis

After a life on land,

and nobody to be;

You start to wonder,

what would it be like

to be a child of sea?

In a boundless aquatic world,

Fields of sand instead of concrete,

Vast and filled with life.

Seaweed, Coral, and fish all rife.

Big eats small,

a natural order

never discrete.

But a net enters the water,

Disrupts the order.

Hundreds of your brothers, leave,

Instead of one.

You follow them to the surface

Where they all die

and then you wonder,

what would it be like

to be a child of sky?

With wings instead of fins

Feathers instead of scales

Always free and never resricted.

Watching the world below you with a grin.

They are trapped by words and judgement.,

so no one can win.

But as you fly in incessant blue heaven,

a hunters bullet glides through you.

and during your Fall from Grace

to the hateful place

you can't ever get away from,

You understand your murder at hand,

and leave your last thought bland,

and wonder,

Why must i be a child of land?