Every night when you go to sleep
Clouds come out from forests deep
They brawl each other blow by blow
When you wake the world is snow

Why sing your own praises
When the birds can sing for you?
Why build more bridges
When the world is built for you?
Why paint a picture
When the sun casts its hue?
Why go to a teacher
When Nature beckons to you?
Why run an endless race
When the breeze blows for you?
Why catch a plane
When your spirit flies for you?

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The weather forecast for tomorrow
Predicts a spell of heavy rain
Red clouds will line up in the sky
Pour forth a heavy dose of pain

Roses will drop in every street
Gardens will wear a glorious crown
But let every man be warned to
Not go roaming ’round in town

For every dainty flower falling
Will be equipped with a thorn
That will bleed you to your death
Before the rise of the next day morn’

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The world is getting hotter and
The sun burns with a rage
My dad claims it’s a punishment
To live in this day and age

I suffer my ancestors’ past
Who left this world a mess
Waved red flags but reveled
Momentarily nevertheless

They wore face-masks I am told
For a brief period or so
Found it highly inconvenient
To inhale or to blow

I wonder how those folks would have
Survived in this atrocity
When we dare not step outside
Without a full-body PPE

Well I guess what’s done is done
Who is and is not to blame
Now that no new child is born
We’ll be the last to play this game

Shoutout to my friend, Tony T (@sonofgod) for his generous support for my writing. Do check out his blog (tltatemakeover.com).

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I was deep in sorrow
When the sun rose above me
Spread her hands out to love me
Today
There will be a tomorrow
Brighter than all the lights glow
Wipe your darkness and shadows
Away

Now don’t be discouraged
Let my light be your guidance
When you walk any distance
In pain
Show some steel and some courage
Spread your wings a little higher
Never blow out your heart’s fire
Again

All the cracks in my body
Filled up with a madness
I forgot all my sadness
All be gone
Now I wake every morning
With a fire in my veins
Through the aches and the sprains
I carry on

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Betsy and I want to play
But there are no green grounds
We look left we look right
It’s just concrete all around

Dust, dust and only dust
Greet us wherever we go
No trees or flowers or even shrubs
Are within a mile or so

Is this why we have evolved?
Is this how we’re meant to be?
Puffing out giant clouds of smoke
Your nefarious factories

What development do you get
Looking out just for yourself
Think of all the plants and animals
Who can’t even cry for help

Repent, regret and mend your ways
There is plenty of time still
Choose carefully your next step
Before you make another kill