02-27-2010, 09:07 AM
Nature as a metaphor.
• Her brightness distracts their view
• Body floating around in big cotton balls high above
• The tricks under her sleeves always new
• Providing certain cycles people love
• On dreary depressing days she dashes out tears
• Screaming and shouting she drove
• Yodeling her angelic voice through your ears
• While breezing past you in a fast pace
• Strong echoes you never fail to hear
• Different color coordinated makeup for her face
• Time passes if not well taken care of
• despite her selfish ways, in her heart is a place
• Gentle like a dove
• Standing up into the skies
• Yet, still pushes out black gloves
• She’s there when you rise
• Just take a look outside with your eyes
• Her brightness distracts their view
• Body floating around in big cotton balls high above
• The tricks under her sleeves always new
• Providing certain cycles people love
• On dreary depressing days she dashes out tears
• Screaming and shouting she drove
• Yodeling her angelic voice through your ears
• While breezing past you in a fast pace
• Strong echoes you never fail to hear
• Different color coordinated makeup for her face
• Time passes if not well taken care of
• despite her selfish ways, in her heart is a place
• Gentle like a dove
• Standing up into the skies
• Yet, still pushes out black gloves
• She’s there when you rise
• Just take a look outside with your eyes