natures hand

Butterfly, butter fly

Do you ever cry?

Do you ever stop and weep?

Tender sky, tender sky

Hints of pink, subtle greys with a heavenly blaze

Do you ever stop to gaze?

Evergreens, for all trees are forever green

Do you ever stop and sigh?

Do you ever gain a jealous eye?

At the birds that fly or the waters that flow?

Water blue, water green, crisp and clean

Do you ever wish you could just stop and dream?

Negate your flow and just stop and blow?

Drifting winds, drifting wind

Oh when you howl we know when the time comes you’re never a coward

But do you ever wish to stand in silence?

To brush a cheek without a peep?

For I doubt if they all could speak

Speak to you or I that is

They’d never dream of conquering or wearing another hand

Because they recognize their purpose in the great picture of this land

Our mothers land, her nurturing hand, her face that should never be smacked by man’s hand

So why do we continue to turn her cheeks purple and blue?

Think deep the answer is with in you