Sins of Man; With the Willows

Sins of Man

Smell the jasmine in the air
Notice the sky and how it stays
See the weeping willows and how they share
Their struggles with us they play;
Amidst a storm of struggle and hate
A battle whirls within
With nature, man faces his fate
And once more we must begin;
Oh, the secrets that mother nature musk know
The sins of man and his decline
And oh, the beauty that it mustn't show
For fear of eternal damnation and forgotten days that we might find.

With the Willows

Death is but an illusion
A trick of nature
May hap a joke that has long since lost its humor
As we're caught in mother's rapture.
Stuck in Earth's dark chasm of disbelief
We give in to the inevitable
We believe
The joke is on us now as we become the gullible.
Memories are lost to the wind
As the storm of life takes its toll
A new deception, another of the universal lies and kin
We weep with the willows.