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.