Mother Nature tames
The pronominal outcry,
As if fire was ecstasy,
It turns into syntax.
We are only a step away from discursive prose
When that voice calls,
From the thorn-brush burning fire,
Could it mean a mystery?
We all ask why?
Shall we run to the mountains to hide?
The lord is calling,
Make use with what we got,
Stop taking, start giving
We should always believe in our self’s
Not enemies, strangers but believers,
of love.Have we all began to read the bible?
Our friends should be our friends.
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