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Mothers Day, 5 o'clock, Sunday......

I Ascend to the Roof of my Home, Perched Above the World, I Meditate, Cerebrating our Life.  Birds are Friends, Singing Sweet Songs, Searching for a Companion.  The Wind is my Passenger, My Navigator, Directing me to Where I need to go.  I Like the Look of those Clouds, they tell me its going to Rain.

Nature is Chaos, can you hear that? The silence of 1000 Lives moving in different directions, just a Hum, a Buzz, A Whisper.  Perpetual Motion, A Constant need for everything to be in its Right Place.  I think its going to Rain, best go inside so Valuables don't get Wet.  Precious Things Destroyed.  Nature is Chaos.

We are the Variables, Time is the Constant.  The unchanging factor, the only Truth, the only Certainty.  I'm not sure whats going to happen tomorrow, but I know tomorrow will happen.  The past is a Vapour Trail.  Slowly fading away like Mist.  Manipulated by those who can Dance like the Wind.  The Sun is setting now, just like clockwork.  The Heavens don't hold back, Unable to decide which Palette to Use.   A Sequence of Beauty, best go inside, but I stay until the Coda, the Night takes over, its turn now, it uses the Canvas to tell us Ancient Stories, with Stars for Paint, Stories Millions of Years Old, Stories that are now Silent.

I'm never Alone, Birds are friends, Nature is Chaos, New Stories Painted with Stars.  How beautiful Chaos is.  As the sun fades, so does the need to be here.  Time to go inside.  Tomorrow will be here soon, that I am sure of.

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Mothers Day, 5 o'clock, Sunday......

I Ascend to the Roof of my Home, Perched Above the World, I Meditate, Cerebrating our Life.  Birds are Friends, Singing Sweet Songs, Searching for a Companion.  The Wind is my Passenger, My Navigator, Directing me to Where I need to go.  I Like the Look of those Clouds, they tell me its going to Rain.

Nature is Chaos, can you hear that? The silence of 1000 Lives moving in different directions, just a Hum, a Buzz, A Whisper.  Perpetual Motion, A Constant need for everything to be in its Right Place.  I think its going to Rain, best go inside so Valuables don't get Wet.  Precious Things Destroyed.  Nature is Chaos.

We are the Variables, Time is the Constant.  The unchanging factor, the only Truth, the only Certainty.  I'm not sure whats going to happen tomorrow, but I know tomorrow will happen.  The past is a Vapour Trail.  Slowly fading away like Mist.  Manipulated by those who can Dance like the Wind.  The Sun is setting now, just like clockwork.  The Heavens don't hold back, Unable to decide which Palette to Use.   A Sequence of Beauty, best go inside, but I stay until the Coda, the Night takes over, its turn now, it uses the Canvas to tell us Ancient Stories, with Stars for Paint, Stories Millions of Years Old, Stories that are now Silent.

I'm never Alone, Birds are friends, Nature is Chaos, New Stories Painted with Stars.  How beautiful Chaos is.  As the sun fades, so does the need to be here.  Time to go inside.  Tomorrow will be here soon, that I am sure of.