Look at that girl over there.
Makes no move.
Just staring at the beauty of nature.
you would think she mimics it very well.
Standing as still as the trees in those dark woods near by.
Her sandy hair flows in the wind,
like the leaves that fall and swerve to the ground.
Her face stiff and hard,
like the rocks that surround the river near the waterfall.
Oh my how lovely!
Her lips so delicate and pulled own at its edges,
like edges of cliffs.
Her lips seem to portrait the quiet sadness of the woods at nightfall.
Even her exquisite eyes produce a stream of water,
that falls of her chin like the very waterfall a few feet away from her,
You could say she is very good at imitation,
but if you looked closely,
you could see what this really means.
Nature has noting to do with it.
She is not aware of her surroundings,
simply at a daze lost n her own thoughts.
Unless you compare her wounded soul to mother nature's,
you would have no similarities what so ever.
Makes no move.
Just staring at the beauty of nature.
you would think she mimics it very well.
Standing as still as the trees in those dark woods near by.
Her sandy hair flows in the wind,
like the leaves that fall and swerve to the ground.
Her face stiff and hard,
like the rocks that surround the river near the waterfall.
Oh my how lovely!
Her lips so delicate and pulled own at its edges,
like edges of cliffs.
Her lips seem to portrait the quiet sadness of the woods at nightfall.
Even her exquisite eyes produce a stream of water,
that falls of her chin like the very waterfall a few feet away from her,
You could say she is very good at imitation,
but if you looked closely,
you could see what this really means.
Nature has noting to do with it.
She is not aware of her surroundings,
simply at a daze lost n her own thoughts.
Unless you compare her wounded soul to mother nature's,
you would have no similarities what so ever.
