The wind whispers.
. Sometime gently lifting,
the leaf of a palm.
Like emotion..
Sometime the ocean .
is raging water,
sometime still and calm.
The water seems to have a spirit,
of it's own.
The earth seems to sing,
a song,
of life's philosophies,
Reminding us of where ,
we came from.
In the distance,
I hear the war drum.
As hatred from hearts, loom,
Sometime a fire starts,
and the flame seems to consume
everything in its path,
In the aftermath.
It seems..
like life's philosophy.
Does only the strong survive?
We are breathing,
but are we really alive? Our hearts beat.
Like a war drum.
Where does this hatred come from?
Is it life's philosophy,
That the weak are conquered by the strong.
What in earth.
has gone so wrong.
Doesn't every birth.
deserve love's song?
Is this life's philosophy?
The eagle searches for the sparrow,
The deer fall ,
with the piecing of a man's arrow
, The alley grows dark and narrow,
and in mountains,
and valleys,
darken by the night.
And where the lonely,
only know the dark shadows of the room,.
When the moon is covered,
in the night
.. and the starlight is gone
. When weak men try to survive,
only beaten down by the strong.
When poverty steals the home.
Is this life's philosophy?
The flame of love sometime dies,
Salted tears fall from the eyes..
Maybe tomorrow the sun will still rise..
Mother nature,
is not always forgiven,
We don't always embrace,
what we are given.
Sometime..
there is a bittersweet taste in living.
When the heart feels,
cold and alone.
. When dreams are lost,
and love is gone..
I hear the storms..
and watch the thunder..
and I wonder..
is this life's philosophy?