as the morning arrives after a sleepless night
grateful is my heart, my spirit smiles, for i am
rich of life, wealthier than many because i have
my princess canine child, still have my wife
although mother nature’s attitude has been fickle
and vacillating, one day it glows with the warmth
of its radiant eye, stars twinkle at night, the moon smiles
then next, it’s angry breath blows tumbling the calm
‘man’ seems to mirror this vacillation between calm
and an angry storm, some of these souls are the
dark clouds throwing down thunder and lightning,
whilst the rest try to take cover and just thrive
yet, even those who are victims of these storms, who
wish to only care and share, some are influenced by the
angst of the storm, the vitriol, the hate, their empathy wanes
whilst trying to protect their own
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