If I were a formidable mountain; towering way above the clouds with my wonderfully enigmatic peaks, 

The first thing that I would have done; was to stand like an invincible wall; for all my comrades shivering in despicably inexplicable pain.

 

If I were a turbulently cascading waterfall; culminating into a blanket of mesmerizing froth after clashing against the festoon of piquantly shimmering rocks, 

The first thing that I would have done; was to pacify the insatiable agony of the uncouthly blistering deserts; enveloping pathetically aggrieved entities in my rejuvenating swirl.

 

If I were ravishingly charismatic pearl; diffusing into a cloudburst of Omnipotent shine; even in the most acrimoniously ghastly night, 

The first thing that I would have done; was to profoundly illuminate the lives of all orphans submerged in a dungeon of despair; enlighten their innocently dreary eyes with my perennial glow.

 

If I were lethally terrorizing bullet; pulverizing everything to inconspicuous ash; the instant somebody released the trigger, 

The first thing that I would have done; was to decimate even the most diminutive trace of evil from the trajectory of this earth; ensuring that it breathed an air of holistic freedom; an air without disgustingly corrupt malice.

 

If I were a seductively alluring shadow; magnetically extending my caress to the most fantastically panoramic places; far and wide, 

The first thing that I would have done; was to encompass all those tyrannically intimidated and enslaved; in the ingratiatingly welcome shelter; that lay embedded 

in my heavenly arms.

 

If I were a robustly eternal fruit; blooming into a fountain of sparkling health; as every minute tantalizingly unfurled, 

The first thing that I would have done; was to appease the bizarrely disastrous hunger; of all those innocuously philanthropic; tottering towards the brink

of horrifically ruthless extinction.

 

If I were the richest man on this Universe; with my treasury perpetually overflowing with more wealth; than what the entire planet could ever perceive, 

The first thing that I would have done; was to scrap even the most infinitesimal speck of poverty from impoverished soil; ensuring that the strong and weak; existed in threads of irrefutable equality; alike.

 

 

If I were a hive enshrouded with sacredly oozing honey; melodiously spawning into a cloud of astoundingly benevolent newness; as resplendently milky moonlight fell celestially from the skies, 

The first thing that I would have done; was to deluge every prejudiced life with stupendously uniting harmony; substituting each cold-blooded wound; with a

gloriously enchanting fortress of mystical romance.

 

And if I were an immortal heartbeat; existing since countless births in waves 

of insatiably impregnable passion, 

The first thing that I would have done; was to grant every devastatingly bereaved heart the ultimate wish of its survival; witnessing it blossom into unconquerable happiness; as I granted it the blissfully lost love of its life.