Prologue
Time passes by,
it has been living alone
without meeting
any of its kind.
Notwithstanding of interacting
to other being
as
their prey, predator, rival, and associate.
It's struggling solely for its survival
and only to discover something to protect,
the own existence.
Accommodating to other species
is the sole choice of instinct
since consciousness about knowledge
is out of vocabulary.
Despite of their cultures and differences,
and between their appearances,
they accept its whole to their colony.
And many years have passed,
where wisdom has widened,
it begins to fear dying
after
witnessing others
born, grow, and pass away.
Farewell to the colony
after it has ventured to other places.
Settling to anywhere if it receives an acceptance.
Throughout the long years of staying,
it will wander again.
But years have passed
as clouds have wandered all over the sky,
million times,
as botany springs, multiplies, and dries;
it has seen the calamities
that hurt everything
that hurt itself.
It has seen the helpless
that it has grown to treasure.
It has seen as itself has begged by the many,
the majority,
all of the colonies.
Even without word, voice, sound, indication;
its cognizance can understand them.
However,
its realization hinders
as itself discovers,
itself,
a,
helpless.
