In memory RIP Mellow :( x
Poem titled Wind and rain.
When the cold wind blows
the landscape feels the force
rain can cleanse the land
but can never cleanse your soul.
Refreshing rain drops falling
stinging eyes and drenched
open your eyes and see the light
just follow where you are going.
The might of nature is never understood
it cannot ever be harnessed
nor never be calmed
but nature is powerful mighty and good.
Follow the feeling nature gives you inside
go with the power feel the flow
nothing to match Mother nature
she is there in all her pride.
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