Like a thousand prickly pins
Evil rain scratches your skin
Like an evil song wind sings
You can’t stop this, you can’t win
And the Black birds in the sky
Scream for you a lullaby
Nature waits for your last sigh
Take a breath before you die
What was green turns to black
There is no doom, and there is no luck
Meat is rotting, rivers dry
Days are dying into nights
See no justice, see no good
Nature is kindles Nature is rood
Mortal body, mortal soul
You will fade like burning coal
Every day you fade away,
Every night you try to fight
but in vain
The Nature won’t fail
It rules by it self, without cockswail
take a look to the clouds
they are higher than your crowds
floating in the sky
Without fear and doubts
You will never know for sure
When the rain will knock your door
No-one ever knows for sure
When the death will knock your doors
Nature s Tsar
© Copyright: Игорь Баданов, 2016
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