Baby X versus Nature

The beautiful baby raised as gender X, 

The world doesn't bow down,

Its the same as everyone,

Heartbreak, anger, everlasting hope and missing someone,

Oh will it turn to its father or mother for help?

Who is its favourite?

Both it seems but both doesn't seem to care,

The fight for attention goes on,

Fighting loneliness and despair,

Then in no time it grows even further,

Not in mind nor in matter,

Then arrives love, lust and emotions,

What a whirlwind those are,

Tears and blood everywhere,

Oh poor baby X, run away oh so far,

Time for the final growth,

Time to become a slave,

To system and society,

Start living in a fancy box like cave,

Poor baby X,

Its going going gone,

Down in the trenches, 

Sobbing and searching for answers,

No one to turn to, the world laughs while crying inside,

It has enough, no more blood and tears to shed,

Time to draw the weapon and seek out the enemy,

Oh so valiantly its mind led,

To what? To whom? 

To Nature of course!

Why oh why you created a world thus where there's nothing but direct indirect sadness?

Nature smiles.

I challenge you to a fight, it says,

Nature smiles even more......

It strikes towards it a blow so hard, the earth shakes, the Universe trembles,

Nature takes all the blows it can as X tired falls to the ground,

Taking its last breaths question remained unanswered,

Nature finally spoke in a voice so beautiful that the sun shone brighter than ever before, birds sang melodies humans thought impossible,

Oh foolish human its death that needs to be celebrated, not life, experience needs to celebrated not luxuries,

When its time for your grave, all the knowing your mind saves, will come in handy,

Baby X is now gone, it never again will speak, a soul gone forever from the realm of time,

In afterlife you now enter, rejoice for your future, 

Cos your broken soul is the wound which your mind will suture.....