A flow of breeze,

Brushed up brown leaves,

How to let a mind be free?

A storm blows in,

Trapped is dust in a whirl wind,

Clouded heat of humidity,

Oh the endured time of humility.


With A stream of amber

Through the grey,

An illuminated glow

Strengthens the day,

Trees begin to

Shimmer swift and sway.


A warm crisp afternoon sun

Unyielding to the damped sky,

A glitter shown for a moment of joy,

With rolling thunder on its way,

The parts of blue squint’s thy eye

As bolts of lightning shoot on by’…


This natural occurrence

Will cease its might,

Not until the start of night,

A mother bird for food will fight,

Oh what a test of strength this will be,

No way now for the sun to see,

Again I ask

My mind is it free?

Distracted by a flock of anarchy,

I tell you this of what I know,

There will always be…



Written by

Michael Robinson.


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Douglas MacGowan

Fri 12th Jan 2018 22:25

A nice comparison of nature versus human nature.

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