Instrument Of Nature

My feet’s always moving. My soul, going with the Rythm of the majestic beat. A fine beat indeed. My body controlled fully by the hymns of music. I’m enjoying earth’s fine beauties, and wonders. Earth’s lovely creations. Igniting a fire in my scarred core. Makes me sing, and dance. The breeze swiftly lifts me off of my feet. I let out a cry, “Oh Baby, Oh Please don’t leave.” She doesn’t. I wish to stay with her, to lay with her, to pray with her.....”I am The Instrument of Nature”...... Fulfilling the prophecy, they watching me, demons after me, won’t let me be, just let me leave, let me “FREE”, let me breathe. Allow me to join the trees, change pretty colors like the leaves, let my “TRUE LOVE” see...................................................me for me.