BE- LOVED

I saw these as tales but then tails keeping us together.. The winds I see walking in the hands of echo, I may call soothing... Mother Nature, I had a dream!! In my dream, was Pan of the reeds , striking melodies I saw as a reflection of my own deeds.. Then I got carried away, it was my life to the world, called beauty. It's so real, I am timeless and ageless, Mother Nature, It is a feeling! Wait then, I thought I was living , For she took away my wrongs! I was etched with the coldness of her touch. Would I then be called imperfect, I wonder! No but then in the presence beauty , I am filled with beauty . Beauty is her name mother!! And I give her my love, Making us lovely and beautiful.. And I call this oneness!! Rheos