Nature’s Lord

January 13, 2017

A piece by Srisaravana

Nature’s Lord

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O’ my Lord, giveth the rain,
Each drop so beautiful,
Summons the whole beauty of nature’s grim
O’ my Lord, giveth the sun,
Each ray that touches me,
Like a warm kiss in the lover’s dream
O’ my Lord, giveth the land,
So vast that sustains life
All that is of yours doing
O’ my Lord, giveth the life
Vivid roots of untold mystery,
My heart that beats in the name of it,
Like a fallen leaf caught up in the wind
No one knows where it will rest,
As such, O’ my Lord, nature’s darling,
Should we ever meet, for that,
I shall fall into the infinite void,
Deep and deep it goes, beyond one’s mind,
Meeting that ever shall be right,
At the end of all that there is,
Void of all voids have passed, and,
My last tear shall be spent at once,
For it is the last truth that shines,
Upon your mighty existence,
If it ever be.

— srisaravana —

January 13, 2017

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