Grandiose solitude,beauty's innateness,
natures awareness, harnesses a new day,
in flight black swallows, follow regardless,
crystal drops formed, tree fallen, smothered with frost, nettles swaying,heavy good lorries
rolling by in the distance,reminds me I'm not alone,
the sound seems louder than the vision seems close, engines purr.engines roar.
insects crawl, twelve legged, eight legged, all.
slither and slide, wither and smoother,
no clouds above, i tremble with no cover.
walk too the gate, leave mother nature in its delicate state,i say il be there at five too and I'm sure not too be late.
my natural mother awaits in gas guzzling, polluting car, ah mother natures grim reaper.
vehicles line the woods, a paradox of intentions i don't quite understand.
Back too home we sleepily roll, in too the house i soberly stroll,slowly warm up, jump in shower, sit down and a egg sandwich i do indeed devour.
