Greetings to my beautiful and intelligents steemians in this community and beyond. I'd love to share my vote on this song. But before I go deeply, my username is @deeptalka6 – the Tamil writer.

It's nothing more than a plane crashing from an obscured and triggered cloud. The narrator escaped with the face of a parachute. And finally landed on a wild surface amidst the crocodiles. It was an adventure to him because he hasn't experienced such a vigorous move before.

And sincerely speaking, such walk is a deadly type for most experientors. People have travelled from various countries all over the world and due to clouding unsettlement, lives and properties are lost and terminated.

But the singer See's an angelic opportunity to become a record breaker. Just imagine a life like an egg!

a life like an egg

If it touches ground or any hard surface, it quickly breaks into watery particles that cannot be transformed even if a loopefull is use. It will undergo sterilization processes, but it can't be transform.

That's how thousands have lost their precious lives inside the plane. When it cry and no one hears the voice, because of how distants it is, only the witness suffers the pains.

Plane is like thread

You can't see when it cry. You can't feel when it seeks for help. Yes! Nerves are in the vein. But who is willing to pick the nerve call? Millions trembles. Far nations breaks into pieces, watching a whole plane (abiogenesis) bury citizens from living mothers (biogenesis)

I could remember, Franscesco Redi and John Needham once quoted this using an abiotic factor to support the theory of spontaneous generation (Abiogenesis). Both of them in the theory vividly stated that Living things can be produced from a dead thing, using a boiled meat. He decided to place it inside a flasks and covered it with wire gauze. Fly perceived the odour of the meat and came around and laid an egg which produce a maggots.

The singer was right?

Wild paradise is like an Unknown heaven. He described wild animals as breast of women. He describe wild animals as bed of roses. The forest, the thick bushes, the colours and the smells makes a distincts from his nostril.

Yes, He wishes to return for second adventuring!

He wishes because of the fresh air that blows into his body from a suffocating crash plane. He knows the spaces that have join their ancestors. He knows the populace that I've been swallowed by wind and dry hungry oceans.

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Life is really a gift. If you fail to play it well, you loose along the path. I wish the narrator a beautiful season. It's a testimony that His life was received by the creator of space.

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I invite @bossj23, @benton3 and @nessuccy5 to participate in this contest