Poetry Unraveled

If Time Stood Still

If time stood still, every unbalanced cup would refuse to fall and spill. 
The sun would become an insomniac.
The moon, comatose.
The stars would be perplexed.
Every silo would stand with its' outer structure glazed by citrine sunlight.
Each heartbeat would cease to dance.
The green grass blades would never stretch to the sky.
The trees would never remove their leafy outfit and expose its' bare body to the elements.
Each football that once sprinted through the air, would be levitated in some unnatural magic show.
The breeze would never run its' fingers through strands of hair.
People would halt like a soldier at attention.
Appetizing scents would have no affect on one's stomach and hunger would never cross its' mind.
Every underwater vortex would remain wrapped in a watery, spiral patterened cloak.
Everyone and everything would become stone in its' composure as if it had stared into the steely gaze of Medusa herself.
If time stood still, the world would become a 3D mural. 
Dead, yet flawless in its' frozen state.