Just as water runs, so does he. He can't be contained, like a river running to a waterfall. Even with all his strength and power, he can't help but choose the path he is on. All I was to him was simply the dam to restrain his natural stride. He does as he wants, not needing to have an excuse. It's just nature, isn't it? He's the river and I'm the waterfall. Falling for his guise, hoping that I'll run back into him soon enough.
earth eternal judge supporting fruits and flowers perennial nature and love rivers running, trees growing, animals supported, all thriving complexity simplified strategy for she will survive stupidity of mankind evidence in her layers of skin carbon dating holding her answers dinosaurs roaming plankton making crude earth begs to differ do you hear her voice faint whisper that’s my blood running dark would you believe her if it was red fire runs through her veins burning her blood gets her hot and bothered once a hurled rock kicked up the dust buried a longer living period tricks up her sleeve shown once we incinerate and consume her last drops maybe sooner than later
Hey **! Oh my ghosh! What a day this is. Lightning streaks across the sky, The clouds clap and roar, Little lakes bubble with joy, The rivers rumble gaily down the mountains. Not to mention, The trees stand with limbs akimbo, Drenching from leaves to roots in the lovely rain, The birds cuddle in their nests, All sing tra la la la......................... For its raining, raining,raining.
the mountains follow me follow the mountains the mountains come after me along with the water along with the lakes along with the rivers with fish and people and dressings and ships and pirated and soulful and love and all sorts of similar
paper airplanes fly in the sky like my brains and not mine like light my and not mine as my darkness and mine but do not forget that my self that's all my eyes have seen and read hence I am sand and grass and mountains and mountains and lakes and you and people and everything and everyone