13 th January 2016
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Nature's rebel
Two diverse faces,
Haunting me every day,
One leaving only harmless traces,
The other sweeping trees and mortal clay.
Such a beauty lies in danger,
But we can't live without it,
And sometimes it turns into a stranger,
That lost morality, every single bit.
When it floods the ground,
It brings health and life,
But from time to time it's so unbound,
That it gets harder to survive.
At the same time it's the source,
Flooding our inner streams,
With a breathtakingly force,
Making it look easier than it seems.
It's the weather's control,
And if you are ignoring, what it once stole,
You can see what it is giving,
It's the reason, why we're living.
It's the summer rain I am dancing in,
It's the snowflake melting on my skin,
It's in every breath I am taking,
And floods nature, when a dam is breaking.
Such an ancient power,
Is turning seeds into a flower,
But easily eliminates our highest tower.
That's what water means to me,
Beauty, danger, secrecy.
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