NathanielFlyingOwl

Alongside the morning sun, the pale moon still glows And I rise, listening t the stream as it flows As it sings in harmony with the verdant forest boughs Rising to my feet, for a moment I stand still Listening as a zephyr dances where it will Standing awestruck by the spring's vast poetic skill And songbirds sing as each flower begins to grow As the light mist vanishes from the lake The sorrow deep within my soul I try to shake But the ripples in the water soothe my heartache And for the briefest of moments, God's mercy shows

The world is evil Joyful things are few The world is evil Racism still lives Extremists persist And tyrants still rule Joyful things are few Amid the ocean Of pain, those few things Must be loved, cherished

As thunder resounds and rain Falls from the sky, I hear that lovely refrain Amid the trees as if it cleanses me of pain

This summer morn already hot I watch the leaf as it grows green It loves the heat and I do not But I adore this leaf serene With my brow bathe in beads of sweat Like nobody has ever seen And this verdant leaf does not fret But I love this leaf serene

With the summer hot and dry Sweat surge forth with ferocity and I- Suffer through the zealous heat The sunlight striving for my soul's defeat

The wolf walks forth alone tonight Save for the crescent moon in white And a rare zephyr's melody Must he  forgo all company For the whims of passing delight? Should it be many or a few Your soul a friendship can renew And all too many days alone Can make that soul as cold as stone Does the wolf know this to be true?

Through the verdant jungle tonight There strides a jaguar with great might Food fills her thoughts It seems that every shadow heeds The sheer magnitude of the deeds Her strength has wrought I could for her write and rehearse A kind and articulate verse But I will not A living poem, she walks in grace Elegance exudes from her pace Such is her lot

Living among the desert sand Coyote strides beneath the moon He slows down and begins to croon From the lonely ledge where he stands He observes before the land Of harshness where his pack survives With difficulty does he thrive By the will of God's mighty hand

As dusk lifts its fingers from the touch of the snow A lynx in silence moves through the silver moonlight In loneliness, he does not fear the dark of night Without the elegance of twilight's tender glow The world seems too black to witness the water's flow But the lynx still leans forward to drink from the rile Having learned to live alongside all that is evil And survives just as surely as the zephyrs blow

As grey clouds drift across the sky I observe the heavens and wait For the thunderstorm to orate So insanely thirsty am I- That all the world around me seems To be a desert in my dreams Why must the air I breathe be dry? A couple of drops kiss my skin Far from a tempestuous din I long so much to wash away The intimate embrace of pain I thirst for a destructive rain But it will not come on this way I still must endure my own sin