Sun,
Rain,
Snow,
Hail,
Sleet,
What you call irradical and never changing we see as continuing and repetitive.
The never ending cycle of what once was and always will be but never really last.
The constant spinning of the planet when to him its already stopped but to you it keeps going because it was easier to keep going then slow down.
We are like this;
A reminder of mother natures torrent emotions.
A smile across the sky,
The sun.
A stray tear from a broken heart,
The rain.
A laugh into a silent world but only you hear it,
The snow.
A billion hands struggling to reach nothing,
The wind.
Understand mother nature,
She isnt afraid of anything and judges no man,
She stops for no one.
YOU ARE READING
Indigo
PoetryLooking through the eyes of a people you learn that there are two options: Your either plastic or dead. Being an empath isnt easy but you learn that the way you see things is much more then just black and white and growing up sideways i learned that.
