Nothing protects the weak, only the compassion of love,
Nature wields a mighty sword tempered from “Eternal Law.”
Violent storms ravish the land,
comforting is the undaunted passion of an out stretched hand.
Lonely lovely people, the unforgiving brush articulates the artistic strokes painting their pain,
I witness their purple sage dying on the vine, their loss is no ones gain,
So then our only saving grace, is if we can LIVE AGAIN!
I can’t tell you for sure because no one knows,
But I will say this:
We live and we give, we love and are loved,
we touch and are touched, fragile is the earths sensitive crust.
Blend and bend and mend and send, vibrations
Incantations, motivations, revelations, seeds of liberation.
Love never ends I say;
Live, love, cry, die.
A beautiful flower casts it seeds to the soil as its final bow.
No! but really, it’s only waiting for its next curtain call.............................. Encore!