Analysis of Mother of Nature

Med call, med call, med call …. time to put your disease at ease, a temporary sleep. Some reds and blues for these changing moods, or whites and blacks for those panic-attacks. Am I crazy? or just lazy? The verdict is hazy. I’m stuck in this maze, my head is ablaze, with questions for days, for answers I ache. The truth I mistake, when sleeping awake, I think I’m a slave, to maniacal ways. I soak up the rays of black sunshiney days. The darkness I crave, alone in a cave. It’s there I behave, when there’s no one to gaze. Only time I feel brave, not deranged or enslaved. My brain has been drained of the rains of these pains. And doubt has moved out, it’s been driven away. It’s been cleared of all fears, leaving no room for tears. It’s so peaceful out here, when you’re nowhere near. It’s the city I hate, it gets me irate. I loathe all these states of mind playing games. The tricks of the trade, and throwing of shade, the endless procession of dates I berate. But it’s never too late to find that true mate. I found her in my darkest hour. She’s as sweet as the summers heat, as cold as the winter rolls. Mystical and inexplicable, she keeps me on the edge wanting more. Ever yearning, constant burning, always learning, keeps me squirming. Intoxicating, never fading, always changing, fascinating. Her wardrobe is ceaseless, she is her own seamstress. Her beauty’s unbridled, it cannot be rivaled, just thinking of her brings on a shy smile. And I’ll never get tired of driving these miles, cause she eases me, and teases me, and pleases me, so easily. If she ceases to be, it’ll be the end of me. She’s the reason for me believin’ in a brand new season, for which I’ll soon be leaving. Cause when I think of her, I’m at a loss for words. But I’m trying my best, lest I forget, just how much she has done for me, and my mental stability. Cause she’s so damn wise, devoid of all lies, a constant surprise, not a thing to despise. She’s as innocent as she is knowing, constantly growing. She holds nothing back, nothing does she lack. Despite all her power, she’s as delicate as a flower. Wild and cautious, yet never obnoxious. She humbles me, and teaches me who I really wanna be, someone who’s free of all these insecurities, through ecotherapy. She brings out the best in me, makes a guest of me, not stressed, or depressed, just blessed, maybe a bit obsessed. She gives me much needed rest. She’s as young as she is old, as fragile as she is bold. She’s constantly flirting, as I’m chasing her beauty, and the name that they gave her, is the Mother of Nature.