My eyes are simple
It only sees the beauty
The curves of Mountains
The splashes of the breeze
...
A stone thrown in a pond,
sets ripples out far beyond.
the water churns and swirls around,
a magical movement, has been found,
...
As the moon ready to pass the baton
And sun is ready to rise again
The birds clear feathers
The bees ready with buzzers
...
melts within body
a silence after thunder
the wounds on my soul
...
My lips are sealed, I cannot speak
for the enemy has made me weak
entered through my eyes, reached my heart
and now rules my brain, tearing me apart
...
Sky clear, leaves dancing
No dews on tin roof either
The weather is thether
Feathers are clear to fly
...