Natural Selection

"NATURAL SELECTION" eventually the baby will be conceived, it will cry, laugh and talk. it will crawl, walk and run. the moon will dance through the night. the sun will ride valiantly into a death match. the rain will cry as it falls. the thunder will roll and the lightning will strike. the flowers will bloom. the roses will die. the trees will be void of leaves. the love will turn into acceptance. all is now clear through my tears of desolation. eventually the broken- hearted prevail. misery has held me prisoner. tonight, I am free. By: Chicano Eddie 7-11-2016