Should We Not Unite?

I whisper like the burbles of the stream. Though, in my interiors, there's a scream. I have composed my song. Shouldn't I sing? Between nodules of clouds of doubts I swing. Aesthetics and passions amalgamate. Love and warmth, like lake ripples, escalate. Arduous desires break like waves of seas. Could my peaceless soul ever feel at ease? You're the soulful singer. You are the song. I'm a song too. But do we flow along? There's, between us, a common logarithm. Should we not unite with nature's rhythm?