When in this mood, it ain't a consternation!
A times it come unaware,
a times it lure awareness
like a do-gooder
it bring dreams...
Nature' constancy
here, neither the good nor the bad is an enemy
to this good man', no fiend is disallowed
whenever the time is come, to cuddle
it doesn't disappoint, to health nor blood-curdle...
Nature's love, this a man
every being with eyes
or whatever that breaths love most
Nature's call...
Sleep is among what's both the poor and the rich buys ten a penny
a times can't ignore, even if
a times can not be avoided, at nights mostly
Nature's love.
By: Beryl Sane
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