when the dreams die on..
am I seeing a new beam?
is it a treat of nature..
like something to make ourselves nurture?
is it a sign from within depth,
to hold ourselves on a faith?
saying that we are ever eternal..
and not to be too fast to make it a final?
as a streak that substantial we are here,
and having no power to wade it all in any fear!
we stay here as long as as we have to..,
to make all the deals in all their fertail ways to get to!
is it the power of nature again..agsinst us,
repeatedly telling us to not to make a fuss!
wonder why we often fail of this truth..,
even when we feel it often in our hearts of depths!
why not we tend to submitt to this all,
to make the nature of it all to work in itself?
Siddartha Montik
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/power-of-nature/
