Sunday, 25 June 2017

Nurturing Nature

My daughter is my world, and means the earth to me,
In her nature is nurture for those less fortunate
Who have a little from a lot, and have come to be
A resentment hierarchy in a heated debate about hate.

Surviving the concrete jungle is an endeavour to weather,
And while brothers and sisters stick humbly together,
They are still a minority of oddity not in tranquillity,
As to have a poor lifestyle is not living adequately.

My daughter ranks herself to be a member of influence,
And with honesty and integrity and with no pretence
She will not stand on the fence with appetence
As she stands tall to all in her respective suspense.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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