In the grandeur of each passing moment,
There is a chance for miracle.
And this moment was destined to be great,
For indeed, there was a miracle –

A miracle, for a new life entered this world.
The guppy in the man’s tank
Gave birth to her first fry.

A whisper of life…
A whisper of life.

The fry tumbled through its plane of existence
Into an artificial grass below.
It was a shelter, a safe haven,
A home.

And the mother kept releasing new fry,
As guppies tend to do,
Until the tank was filled with dozens of children,
All taking their first breaths,

And the life was precious.

Yet, as nature bestows the ability for greatness,
It gifts an equal ability for destruction,
And the mother soon turned on its fry
And ate them, as guppies tend to do.

Nothing is sadder than watching a helpless child cry,
And these newborns had nothing but their instinct
To protect them from their own mother’s rage.
Most of them died.

But the first fry was lucky,
And this is another miracle,
For after all of the chaos,
His home in the fake grass saved him.

The guppy never wondered why he was lucky enough to life
While his brothers should die in vain.
But the man did, once he cast away his studies,
But the man did, and it changed him.

How pristine the song of life is,
And how delicate to fate's touch it can be.
And if we waste our lives without listening,
We might never hear life’s song,
And we might never truly be.