The break of dawn,
I watched as the Daisy flower sprout to beauty.
With finesse, it bloomed to the glory of the morning sun.
Oh what an epitome!
Nature is indeed the mother of the world.
Two birds, one harmony,
They flew to perfection in the eyes of the extraordinary around the Daisy flower.
The feeling of the morning breeze upon thy skin,
The smell of my coffee tang past my nose,
That refreshing feeling,
Now peace is restored.
Nature meets pleasure.
Clattering sounds of thunder storm on a day that seemed nature was tamed,
Mustered from the gate of heaven,
The other side of nature looks unleashed.
Wind whirling up to the heavens as it gathers swift momentum.
Water level rises above limits,
Destruction is seconds away.
Nature looks to have turned against its own,
Its hit the walls of destruction.
Nature meets destruction.
Good and bad, Right and wrong.
It's whichever we decide to show.
We are two sides in one body,
What defines us is mostly that side that displays the most.