Mother Nature

Find yourself there
Instead of covered
Walking through the splendor
Against the ascending
Merciless moans
Some folks start out
Some folks start out
No matter where life begins
It seems we all
End up the same
Perhaps in some
Quiet October
Baring humility
With leaves burnt orange
And pink red trees
We have no choice
Mother Nature
Makes the call
Even the hushed crows
Watch as the foliage falls
Enchanted expressions
There is no voodoo speech
To stop the universe
From whence its tracks
Will not be shamed
Tomorrow cannot boast
Snare not what shall be cast
Along the coast
On long winds tail
No bitter tea
Shall we drink less
Nor breath inhale

© GÄ

Published by

Geino Äotsch

An artist & spiritual lover. Author of & - Tea Maker & Owner of - Hair & Music at