Riddled rattled rhymes ricochet off of rusty roofs tops
Drizzle drip onto ducks moving to the wave of the water
Hazy skies cover serene sun shine
Darkening the cool rocks below
Red branches lay past the tree line in a sea of plain
Dancing within
caught tying knots not knowing
Twist tying trembles past the shore line
Into the water of rough nature
Crashing by jagged rocks
Melting butter seeps through crevices
Glistening past the lights of the city
Sky lines run over top my head
The light buzzing mixed with watery waves
Piece close together
Finding harmony between each other
Ringing like cow bells on a farm
Not necessarily enjoyable
But far more favourable than nothing
Signs disrupt views as a harmony with one off singer
Bright boisterous colours crash in my eyes
Such harsh contrast to the water
Such colours exist
Such unnatural existence
Rules create condescending creatures
Invisible but present
Break free from the metal holding
as rules are made to be broken
Slip-slide through slippery slopes
Cast a shadow on my disobedient demeanour
Restrain me as a goose
Bound by they limits my bones will let me
Fly past cable wires and garbage piles
Over squirrel dens and tree tops
Over muddled water that held open secrets
Skeletons of looming trees with whispers of a time
A time before the pitty party of people
Collecting past designated positions
Leaving footprints of weathered waste
Washing up with sandy shells
Footprints of a generation resembles dump-trucks
Dumping dirty junk jammed past the leaver
So it flies
through the round wind
and whistles past rugged rocks
With aged wrinkles
Erosion of a mimicked mind
Rock deterioration beats
bruises, burns, and battered nature to a silk wave
Future of crumbs on sandy beaches
Nature is dead
And along shall we follow
Written by Sami Whittall