To be Natural...
To the birds that fly in midnight gloom
To sing as morning daybreak comes
You are hope to me as I assumed
the only life is one succumbed
to droll conformation to a silenced nation
to hateful consumption of dramatic commotion
to wrist-cutting wenches who wish for redemption
to mayhem magnified by media--misstated
to the lotus that blooms in spring daybreak
that proclaims to the world that "I am free"
You are hope to me as I partake
On the words that simply state "to be"
to be as the leaves that descend into fate
to be as the wave that crashes to choice
to be as the sun that rises to aid
to be as the bird--a beacon of hope