Restless Nature
Hope is a feather floating in the sky
as the time just passes us by.
The sun is love telling us everything is fine
the warm rays are hugs that are mine.
The rain is tears falling from above
clouds just don't know how to love.
The ground below shifts in fright
as my leg buckle down tonight.
The fog is a blanket to keep us warm
but the wind crumbles me like a storm.
In the end nature is fast asleep
and a new day starts without a peep.
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