With hope
A face is seen as beautiful in it natural form
Evil lurk around,
Making it difficult to live in hope.

With hope
Life is seen as beautiful
With vines around it,
Making it difficult to hope for more

With hope
The birth of a baby is seen as beautiful
With it comes a cry,
Making it difficult for it to believe in hope

Nothing is as plain as it seems

Nature as we see it
Maybe the sky isn't blue, it is white
Maybe the stars aren't twinkling, but confused
Maybe the sun isn't shinning, but cursing
Maybe the moon doesn't light up, but filled with darkness
Nature as we described it might not fit
Nature in it self can't be defined