Luscious green botanics,
brought back to life by a drenching storm.
A single tendril of rain remains,
slowly rolling down a branch.
Watch, as it lingers in its last moments,
holding on to the tip of a leaf
before falling to the ground,
soaking in, to all that's around.

The air, so fresh,
as to say the world can breathe again.
Life, seems to appear from everywhere,
both plants and animals come out to play,
and I realize that this is where I want to stay.

Dreams to reality.
If what I dream,
could be brought to life,
the world would live a life of strife.

The fiercest animals, together as one,
work to **** 'til the job is done.
our legs cant move as fast as we can run,
so every stumble, is the predators fun.

Oh, procrastination,
thy cruel mistress.
as devoted to the, as I may be...
You, are no good for me.

Oh, how your presence draws me,
Pulling me in, without hesitation.
like a tension, you steer me astray,
with the simple way you stay.
I just, can't get away.

Jealousy, the venomous and deceptive emotion.
The mountainous trouble, the worry gone through,
to get to this height, then see it claimed as untrue.
The force of jealousy, can overpower most minds,
it takes hold of desire, and leads thoughts askew,
until believing wrong, is the right thing to do.

Lusting to grasp what is, fulfillment.
Without any desire to escape, thy cruel confines.
Your blood grows thinner, with each insatiable sip.
This is, a poison, a man made addiction,
That replaces common sense, with each desired drip.
Each glass may aid you, but each glass, won't fill you.
It may help you to forget your life,
Now you're saying it helps you live..
Over time, it has become the entirety of who you are.
It appears you are no longer alive, to me.
Your vision is now too blurred to see,
And I, will no longer show you mercy.