Nature

In the cold of the ocean by the shore
reigns the eternal blue and grey
where the human is but a prey
no longer a vision, nature whims galore

In the cold of the seas by the land
reigns the ethereal song of the seasons
where the human is a stranger to this liaison
no longer in control, nature takes her stand

In the cold of the waters that rush and swirl
reigns the erosion with the anger and calm
where the human looks upon the lines in his palm
bewildered as nature dresses up, surely a proud girl

And in the cold of the sands and the lands
I stood ashore with my wishes and rhymes
Words reminiscent of dangerous and lucky times
seek refuge from the pen in my hands

In the cold of the ocean by the shore
A wild girl with her dreams and glitter in her eyes
seduces a shy boy with the whirl of the skies
Nature keeps reeling me in, more and more ...