For imparting life to dead granules of soil; all I did was to inundate its surface with cool buckets of water, 

 

For generating life in pallid patches of the dilapidated wall; all I did was slapped it with several coats of vivacious color, 

 

For instilling life in broken lips; all I did was kiss them intensely every where over their chapped periphery, 

 

For giving life to the sad girl philandering in corridors of gloom; all I did was danced like a clown; bringing a smile to the contours of her face, 

 

For reviving life in the lackadaisical flower; all I did was commanded the clouds to shower droplets of exhilarating rain, 

 

For bestowing life in the shattered web; all I did was leave a cluster of spider to weave their way through the same, 

 

For reinvigorating life in a dreary pair of eyes; all I did was vigorously rubbed them with raw extracts of pungent turmeric, 

 

For rejuvenating life in a scorched throat; all I did was tickle it with chilled champagne, 

 

For reinstating life in a cluster of rotten vegetables; all I did was place them in the interiors of a swanky refrigerator, 

 

For revitalizing life in the tired soles of feet; all I did was put them on the accelerator of a flamboyant racer car, 

 

For stimulating life in a fractured hand; all I did was to bring it near a panthers jaw; fomenting the bones to automatically reshape themselves at electric speeds, 

 

For offering life to the voice chords of a dumb man; all I did was bring his lost children in front of his eyes; triggering him to shout in ecstatic euphoria, 

 

For energizing life in a lazy camel; all I did was put him under the blistering sun of the sandy desert, 

 

For propelling life in the silhouette of a battered car; all I did was flood its belly with gallons of golden petrol, 

 

For resurrecting life in visage of an orphan; all I did was held him close to my chest; in the comfort of my arms for times immemorial, 

 

For fortifying life in the wrinkled skin of the abysmally old; all I did was recite to them nostalgic tales about their boisterous past, 

 

For reanimating life in a ghastly bruise; all I did was to dress the wounds with the bond of my empathy, 

 

For regenerating life in a dead man; all I did was blend my senses wholesomely

with his soul, 

 

And for imparting new life to a miserably devastated heart; all I did was fill

its cavities with the stream of my passionate love.