Mother Nature so has wisdom,
But alas the ice is God’s prison,
So, she cannot express intellect
But we’ll praise her in my sect,
A Christian faith to put in place
Awareness of HER forgiveness,
As no-one asked to live a life
That might be full of sad strife,
As we are born a cell in a womb
And don’t know in life a tomb
Will come in death way to soon.
We are forced into an existence
Driving a brain that has innates,
And without any debating debate
Of the wrongs that will be a fate
For you or others in a suffering
Of peer pressure so influencing
Your behaviour in favour, graver,
Or nurture in torture in your mind
Of being not nicely, kindly in kind.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 22/09/202
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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