If
ever we fall
If ever we fall, let it be known that the singer
lost his voice and the guitarist lost his claws. Let the world know that the
drummer forgot his tune and the dancers choked in their dust. If ever we fall,
let the leaves shed off from their mother trees in the autumn. Let flowers not
come out even when spring comes bouncing in. Let the waves stop wherever they
have rolled to, and the world comes to a skidding halt. Let the clouds mourn
us. Let birds chirp not in the morning. Let streams stop wherever they are and
dry up, for who stands when a mountain falls? Which bird still hangs on to a
tree when it is crashing to the ground?
If ever we fall, let the people be told that the
wind was too strong for the frail branches, and the chameleon too heavy for the
withered twig. Let them be told that the flood was too much for the rice field
and the ground too hard for the little seed to forge a root. Let lightning
strike everything in its path and thunder roll all night till morning comes.
Let the clocks pause and disappear into nothingness. If ever we fall, let not
grass grow where we hit the ground. Let it be a barren and brown patch to
remind the people of they that loved and lost, those that cupid shot but the
arrow was fatal. Let stories be told to generation after another, of they that
tried to hold on but the roads were too slippery. Hold on to me though, today,
and I will not let you fall. Stay a little longer, and I will find a reason to
never let go. Fear not though for tomorrow is not here yet and we still have
today to soak in the sun and bask in the sweet yellow glare of a love ripe and
ready for picking.
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