The evolution of a being
from the childhood’s reverie
to a grown up’s veracity
from the glimmer of the stars
to the blaze of the sun
from a small injury
to a large gaping wound
from an innocent vision
to a gruesome deed
from the world of truth
to the universe of tall tales
from a fresh water lake
to the ever salty ocean
from the protection of the nest
to the vast lonely sky
from a seed that is sown
to a pest infected plant
from the drop of nectar
to an urn of venom,
the evolution of an infant
to a grown up soul
tarnished by world
shaded by emotions
from the afternoon nap
to the insomniac nights
from the playful toys
to the killer weapons,
there is an evolution
a real evolution
of a spirit as he turns
from a joyful mirth
to an evil sneer in the end.
* Written in response of Theme Thursday Writing Prompt.