When nature takes me home, the rivals

stays away from my path, and the rain

accompany the Inner core of my heart.

The droplets of liquid touches the ground floors,

as the victims of the ground drinks from the high heaven’s. Slowly the thunder roars and echoes

from the ends of earth louder than the natural disasters.

Love spring forth from the roses, harmony

songs plays along through the closed doors

of the heart’s that have been hurt.

Mankind begs for love from nature to stay;

remind us on how to love again like the pure

design of the sun so they say: and sing for

us the melodies of peace and desire.

Home is where love is; I will never leave you nor forsake you.
For the world has kept its blind

eye to love and peace, allow me to reach for

the best with the passion of my intentions to

spare solutions to conclusions.