Qiydaar Pratt

Her Soothing Breeze






The pavement, a warm blanket,
The sky clearer than its ever been
The ozone is swiss cheese,
A product of human negligence.

The sun's rays are stifling,
Even pools of water bubble
And dark tints are irrelevant,
This cool breeze is heaven sent,
Likened to a sickly man's medicine.

This world is a horse,
we are it's mounters.
Divine creation is beautiful,
a reflection of it's founder.

Mother nature changes with every fleshly encounter,
But her soothing Breeze remains constant,
Like the annual springing forth of flowers.

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