natures story

its ok,

makes no difference anyway,

we be the pieces that life

doth play,

we hope for glory,

yet glory shy away,

we hope for sucess,

yet sucess defined is hard to say,


so as we amble,

through this life of play,

we see so many meanings,

that happen along the way,


for what can we do,

to change a saddened view,

i ask then to address,

how pen this battle best.


we cannot lose,

for words have to use,

to say, nay speak, somehow express,

the voice of ancestors,

by what means as times suggest.


yet here again,

appear the word we hear,

it says,

to all,

that know its call,

when on such digest,

as food, for ....


Author's Notes/Comments: 

loniless is the writer

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