Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Mother Nature
The rain clouds blanket me,
So I am not able to
Revel
In the glow
Of a
Sunrise.
I thought I would miss it,
I truly did.
But
Once the rain
Continued its
Pattern of
Continuity,
I learned to love it.
I always loved it before,
But I respect it now.
I put down the pen that
Illustrates
The red crimes of passion
And take time to dance with
Mother Nature
Who has held me even
More times than
My own mother.
My own mother,
Who comes equipped with
Her own
Angry subtitles.
When in rain,
Blend in with you
Surrounding mother.
She can teach you,
You can listen.
Will you listen to her?
When she cries, can
You hear it
With your soul?
Can you feel her
Naught with your fingers,
But with your
Soul?
May 18, 2005
Suge
*Apparently, it's not nice to fool Mother Nature.
So I am not able to
Revel
In the glow
Of a
Sunrise.
I thought I would miss it,
I truly did.
But
Once the rain
Continued its
Pattern of
Continuity,
I learned to love it.
I always loved it before,
But I respect it now.
I put down the pen that
Illustrates
The red crimes of passion
And take time to dance with
Mother Nature
Who has held me even
More times than
My own mother.
My own mother,
Who comes equipped with
Her own
Angry subtitles.
When in rain,
Blend in with you
Surrounding mother.
She can teach you,
You can listen.
Will you listen to her?
When she cries, can
You hear it
With your soul?
Can you feel her
Naught with your fingers,
But with your
Soul?
May 18, 2005
Suge
*Apparently, it's not nice to fool Mother Nature.
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Mother Nature
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