Life loses its true meaning
Without,
The clouds that bear rain;
The howling wind that does reign;
And the fiery seas are not vain.
I envy the daintiful clouds.
They fill the hearts of millions,
With unbound happiness.
Creating an atmosphere of blessedness
Full of fragrance of the damp earth.
The howling winds
Sometimes pleasant, Sometimes dangerous;
The sound makes me conscious of my being.
The wind screams to me that I am a foreign being.
The fiery seas that hold a water planet
Entirely different and deeply indifferent
The tormenting waves are like kings struggling for more land
But the earth not ready to hand it.
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