Mother Nature’s Luck

Deeply rooted, and forever intertwining throughout the loamy soil.
The breakthrough I needed from you.
Highly adaptable as I can be, thriving in the fullness of the sun’s kisses that never misses me.
My Pink Weeping Willow Tree, what will it be?

Standing strikingly suited as due my decorative pale pink flower bells,
sending songs in and out the air, where your arched branches cover me, when the wind appears
creating a chandelier of what’s real, healing is near.
Forever flexible, like an open book a wonderful collection, history will tell of me.
Cut out from my tree, the woven red blood that sits on me.
Spiritual symbolism has been bestowed upon me,
fallen branches releasing the weight that weighs heavily on me.
The beauty in my dance, it’s my rebirth, forever evolving floating in with the nights wind.
The powers that be, everything that makes me free, the most sacred seed that bleeds.”
The Metamorphosis of the Elite.

Out of broken love hear my cries arising forever surprising.
To rise against the mud, your delicate petals pushing through the grud,
push and push again, opening only to win, now to sit and soak up the sun back down again,
surviving the chocolate waters of the past. Blowing away with the breeze a wonderful wind that
holds thy angel’s grin.
Victoriously rising over and through the suffering among the most endangered stained blue, as
feelings of euphoria sets in at last, the calming with one inhale of Lotus blue gas, sleepless nights
won’t last.

You must not rush the alluring of my tangible smell. I wish you well.
Once more the wind catches me fast, blowing me back unto the green grass. The noble eightfold
I must take the balancing and challenges within self-enlightenment, I’ll begin again.
Wonderfully tainted and locked into my Fairy Clocks so delicately puffed, wishes blowing into
nothing, flying seeds carry my fairy wishes right to Heaven's stair well.
The tsunami of life I will bear, only to fall down again on those days wasted rains, inverted petals contains my water flows, that brings nourishment throughout the land, as edible as my leaves, just as delicious as utopias tasty treats.
The seeds I’ve laid, The mistakes I’ve made, The lost I’ve taste, The love I’ve gave.
Over flowing to this earth, like a volcano to erupt, designed to see you up,
Mother Nature’s Luck.