This marning, I will walk to a far away place, where the hustle and bustle of the concrete jungle is not heard, and mother nature is enjoying the peace that comes to the earth when there are no human beings around. I will find a path, where the leaves rain down on the inviting trail, so I can take a walk on a rainbow created by the season.
She is gentle as a dormant volcano
Passionate as its eruption
Smooth as its lava floor
Confusing as its dust cloud
She is the calm before the hurricane
Loves like the eye of the storm
Sweeps you away like the gale force wind
Makes you want to kiss a rainbow
She is the still tropical ocean
The wave that propels the surfer
The serge that engulfs the village
She is the peak of the highest mountain
The reason for lack of oxygen
The whistle of the wind
Everything, nothing, most things I want
It is getting dark, mother nature is stuck between blue skies and a twinkling abyss. Its a good night to go take a walk on a bed of thorns. Leave foot prints of blood so love can find its way to you. And when love finds you, hate gushes out of its mouth like a cluster of butterflies.
Nature’s neon lights, dancing in the wind on a moonless night, swaying to an a cappella of birds, crickets, frogs, and the ocean. Shining like the North Star was afloat among the dark bushes in the forest. A night light for sleeping animals, a beacon for bugs who live the night life. And as i stand under the tree, it is the party hat I needed to join this natural fete, dance with the night creatures drawn to the neon beam.
Natures chandelier, tropical yellow, sweet smelling, swaying in the wind, so bright it seems to light up the dark forest.
Should I feel, should I let them drain me more
Do I want to be lost on this iceberg filled with useless souls?
I stroll down the straight and narrow in a dream state
Why should I care what happens to the world
Nobody else seem to care, unless the situation directly affects them
We are like beings without a purpose
Mere decoration in Mother Nature’s print
If that’s why I am here then why am I still walking?
Why do I stride with the emotionless?
There is no heaven to go to, no hell to suffer in
I am already there, stuck in neutral
My life a mere image of the scene around me
Wake me up before this illusion destroys my reality
Make me human once more, let me feel
Someday, I will shut out the souls that linger in my dreams
Be gone you selfish egotistical spirits
From this day on I will not be drained
I have one life with many moments
Sit where the salty swirl makes a circle under you. Watch as the world around you look like mother nature is at a point above the ocean, sucking the dark clouds into time. The day breaks in slow motion.
Wait until the sun has almost set ad the sky is having an internal struggle about the colour it should be, wade in to the ocean and stand there, and realize, its almost day its almost night, like mother nature could not make up her mind. . Sit back, enjoy it while you can, because mother nature always makes up her mind.
Those are not tears, they are raindrops. Its like mother nature lives in me and there is a storm brewing, its love about to unleash thunder and lightening on the fallen human race.
Politics, religion, culture
Tradition, legacy, history
Organized manipulation of Nature
Egos like voodoo spells
Stagnant like birds without wings
A rainbow in black and white
History becomes his story
Hope floats away on emerald waves