Every cloud in the cosmos was incomplete without rain; the water that instilled signs of life in the dead; after cascading down, 

 

Every wave in the sea was incomplete without raw salt; the granules of tanginess embedded, that granted it a ravishing aroma, 

 

Every pearl incarcerated within the slimy oyster was incomplete without its shine; the scintillating glow that crowned it the king of all gems, 

 

Every flower protruding from the soil was incomplete without its petals; the intricate furls of crimson that inundated the air with a rejuvenating fragrance, 

 

Every bird soaring in the sky was incomplete without its wings; the slender flaps of skin that engendered it to fly, 

 

Every patch of earth was incomplete without mushy grass; the tendrils of enchanting green; which voluptuously tingled the feet, 

 

Every mountain was incomplete without its summit; the towering peaks that profoundly distinguished it from the ordinary lumps of mud, 

 

Every lion transgressing through the dense jungle was incomplete without its growl; the thunderous sound that petrifies all animals in vicinity; to the last bone of their spine, 

 

Every desert was incomplete without its sands; the golden crystals of slippery soil that flew rampantly in the air with the rustic breeze, 

 

Every star in the sky was incomplete without its twinkle; the omnipotent shimmer diffusing from its demeanor, 

 

Every dungeon was incomplete without darkness; the appalling gloom that encompassed it in entirety, 

 

Every cactus extruding from scorched mud was incomplete without its thorns; 

the acrimonious bristles; which stabbed like infinite burnt needles when caressed, 

 

Every snake slithering through the marshy swamps was incomplete without

is venom; the poison impregnated in its fangs that strangulated its victim to

ghastly death, 

 

 

Every fire burning was incomplete without its flames; the leaping wisps of

blistering smoke that wafted out as an aftermath, 

 

Every man was incomplete without a moustache; the black bush of hard hair

embodied stringently to his lips, 

 

Every temple was incomplete without god; the omnipresent aura inhabiting each

space, that created us all, 

 

Every mother was incomplete without her child; the innocuous infant that suckled milk from her chest, 

 

Every heart was incomplete without its vivacious beat; the throbbing pulse embedded that unleashed life, 

 

And every life was incomplete without love; the person who made it feel special; the person who made it feel the reason to be blissfully alive