Love Nature

What goes up, must come down

So does Pride…

If the thorns of roses prick

So must the Truth…

Flowers grow and bloom

So can Wisdom..

Cyclones destroy all that comes it’s way

So does the troubled mind

Water flows through and pure

So is the Soul…

Fire burn all to ashes, the melody

So does Jealousy..

So treat nature right,

Could speak if might

“Love me then

We are the same when”