Mother Nature doesn't Give it for Free

The weather had gone all awry in winter of that year.

The temperature began to rise

I hear a thousand blended cries,
While in a graveyard I laid broken.
In a mood of despair when horrid thoughts
Only brought

Mother nature
Speaks
In all of us

Her hands
Have made
All creatures
Great or small

She has a
Duty of reaction
We have a 
Duty

Sadness had taken the form of a pale blue mist.

It had kissed the seas and swirled constantly

around the frail, brittle

Walking On ice

The vast sheet of ice which I come upon
at the end of the curving
tire-track road,
is illuminated by a moon