My crooked heart

My crooked heart A tempest beat to a falling stride, To whom may embark on this funny ride? Bee nature's guide to see you rise— So much beauty in plain sight. What if it seems all but lies? Yes, lies! For they are as crooked as the Maker’s ways. Don't be fractured by nature's game. Have you seen its ways? So unlawful, it preys away. Ohh, the ways of its gaze, A globe so small in million ways. Let me tell you about nature's gaze: Tomorrow’s mirror lays in waste, For guilty pleasure but a center stage. Dance and celebrate—so naive, they came to play. Let me hold you in place; don’t lose your faith. Yes, you. For you are safe in grace. I hope so. Hmm! But you danced on its grave and thought it went unnoticed? By P. Fualem