HE WAS THE CREATOR

If I was a minuscule brick looking as inconspicuous as a

mosquito; sandwiched between several of my kind,
He was the entire building; towering domineeringly over the
crowded and bustling street.
If I were a diminutive stalk of grass sprouting from the soil;
buckling down with paramount ease under feeble draughts of
wind,
He was the entire space of fecund land; sprawling over
thousands of kilometers.
If I were a obscure wave rising in the sea; falling intermittently
with the positioning of the enchanting moon,
He was the entire ocean; which was incongruously colossal in
size; incorporating a fleet of animate organisms in its belly.
If I were a small mound of clay lying dilapidated beside the hill;
with irregular strands of thread camouflaging my persona,
He was the gigantic mountain; with profoundly accentuated
summits; standing formidably against the most tenacious of
storm.
If I were an ephemeral ray of light falling on the earth; miserably
unable to make the slightest of indentation in illuminating the
atmosphere,
He was the magnanimous sun brilliantly scintillating in the sky;
radiating his omnipotent essence far and wide.
If I were a disdainful cockroach loitering indolently around the
lavatory seat; with sporadic incidences of devouring small ants,
He was the entire jungle; impregnated with ferocious beasts;
breeding the primordial dinosaur thundering his way through
the mangled green.
If I were a crisp note of currency; incessantly relishing my
prospects of spending exorbitantly,
He was the entire money which floated in this world; the
conglomerate of opulent banks overflowing with cash.
If I were a contemporary computer; having a battalion of
intricate chips in my brain,

He was the stupendous power; governing my mind as well as

adroitly maneuvering the world.
If I were an mystical astrologer; scientifically predicting the
fortune of some of my clients,
He was the one who sculptured the life of millions existing;
impeccably wrote my destiny; without a trace of blemish.
If I were a globule of water lying solitary on the forlorn street;
being ruthlessly kicked by passing pedestrians,
He was the entire expanse of vast sky; which pelted
thunderously blissful droplets of rain.
He was the one who had procreated the first human; from which
later were spawned millions inhabiting this globe; the very
reason that I was here breathing fresh air in my lungs today,
And Let me tell you I was just an ordinary man residing amongst
infinite numbers like myself; while he was the omniscient
Creator.