When the land dried ,
Lots of things died .
Many questioned if they would remain ,
Then the land was filled with rain .
You see to your disasters ,
Though you're not our master .
Your eyes like fire and body like stone .
We still face your waters that leave us to bone .
Winds that yearn to rustle the trees ,
Winds that bring us to our knees .
Your craters , marks , flaws and all ,
Leave those who sees and believes to bawl .
Beauty that not even the smartest can comprehend ,
How would something so beautiful come to an end ?
We still breathe your air ,
But your beauty leaves us ...
breathless .
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 12:38 AM UTC
When the land dried ,
Lots of things died .
Many questioned if they would remain ,
Then the land was filled with rain .
You see to your disasters ,
Though you're not our master .
Your eyes like fire and body like stone .
We still face your waters that leave us to bone .
Winds that yearn to rustle the trees ,
Winds that bring us to our knees .
Your craters , marks , flaws and all ,
Leave those who sees and believes to bawl .
Beauty that not even the smartest can comprehend ,
How would something so beautiful come to an end ?
We still breathe your air ,
But your beauty leaves us ...
breathless .
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