Nature

When I was asked where and why evil exists I have always believed, the answers are in the wind. Entangled with leaves, dance, sing, in a spree. Only mother nature knows its joy. Ask me when does evil show its face The answer I believe, lies in the days Well-hidden within words that are spoken What's true, what's fake, you will know, when it stands in you way. Wondering when the evil speaks out I guess the answer is in your doubt In resemblance with a mark branded on your skin Human nature, is where it begins.