I once thought you were nature as it was intended
for a man to hold close to his heart; but then it was
too real, for nature is heartless in its cruelty and
distant in its beauty; it's is not the existence I wanted
for us because we know how to make things right

Are clouds of looming fears better than eyes of falling tears?

Where is the love walking to me without the same
hope for calm days followed by a nights of fire that
melts our hearts together; but would it be the same
if it was wildness that had no purpose other than to
replenish itself and feed what lives inside uncertainty?

Are rivers overflowing better than hearts forever breaking?

We spend a lifetime sheltering ourselves from where
we came; wild, naked, dangerous to our lives but ready
to be tamed if only we knew how; it is the same my love
with our thoughts that we cannot speak of because we
are the same as tornados from colliding streams of turmoil

Are trees lying broken better than promises unspoken?