Of Nature.

She is just giving what she receives.
She is just doing what people do to her.
But we cannot see.
We laugh about.
Instead of trying to save.
What is left of anything
Around this land.

Hiding truths on masks
killing faces with lies
chasing everything what we cannot have
if it is not meant to be, it will not happen
No use on keep running after
there is only ignorance and emptyness
One more time, all over again.

it seems it will never be over,
the end is near, but not here.

She is being sincere with which one of us.
She is showing every step we took on her.
But we insist on not believing.
We do not let go of things.
Until we unleash without the will.
From this time and body.
A way away.