Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
MOTHER NATURES OWN
A day for joy, a day for sorrow,
My plans are made,
And then there spoiled.
Principal rains are good,
And needed, But why this day,
The one I required.
A task at hand, to be Set aside,
But will the time be there,
Will it fit my desire.
The day is warm,
Even though it's drenched.
I'm hoping for a clearing,
So I can see it glow.
Thunder is horrific,
Like Canaanite power.
They thought it was a God,
I think that it's a fraud.
And though it may lift, and go away,
It'll come back another day.
This day signals a tyrant's rule,
Which remains for a season yet,
And makes us all feel like fools,
When we think about tomorrow.
Our thoughts are distraught,
Our plans destroyed,
There is no tomorrow, to wit.
Just thundering in the sky,
And Mother nature's own.