Fidelity

fidelity The soil in the field where the vines are planted is rusty red the mould in my hand is moist, and I feel the living pulsing wow that will never turn stale but keep producing pleasure and to make happiness. To be a part of nature, unlike the religious people who think they are in charge of fauna and fauna, and nature should bend to their demands, a detrimental to our goodness There are times when in a dreamy mood and wish I could see. A higher power deity to come down and sort the mess we are today, we are fallible; God lost his heart in sorrow and became a rain cloud that hovers around, ready to dampen a moment of sunlight and contentment.