Narture

The earth is round and full of surprising.

The tides are washed up like as follow.

The harvest starts to grow in vest.

The winter bear starts to rest 

The sand sliding on the shore.

The morning dew covers the core,

The water wets the soil.

The trees stand out to adore,

The green grass become new.

And the reason is for true.

For the heart do soil.

The captain catches the sea.

The waves were looking at me,

 the shade part I could see. 

and every thing turn black 

and the skies was with lack.

and them the storm had begun.

I drew my self  close to the den.

them I say a cloud a within