nature translates
beauty into flowers
butterflies and girls
translates power
pomp and pageantry into
kings, queens and lords
translates adorable
faithfulness and loyalty into
pet dogs and cats
evil into the devil
and the near perfect
into angels
being over
possessive into the
black widow
nature
the stemcell
of creation
spinning dramas from
strains of thoughts
hatred, frust or lust
nature traces every thought
turning them into what
it desires
this life
next life
next next life
as it cooks its potent
pot of heaven
and hell
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