After Enlightenment -The Stillborn

on our back nature plays out the music of life last life, this life, next life, next next life marching us on we sing, we bleed, we cry, we cruise, we fight, we fly, we flee twirl, slip and we fall, die over and over again we pick ourselves up to swirl along the groove where it / nature loosens, sprinkles magic with a wand for fairness we enter and exit with what we carry in our hearts intentions of deeds could light up heaven's path or fan the flame of sufferance every inch is scoured with a flair for what is fair happiness and rewards spring from there what you think you become - on nature's juggernaut terms to the kind hearted their graces blossom in everybody's garden roses, camelia, tulips - all the heaven's flowers to the not so gracious or generous, nature draws out their existence so they survive as common, staid or dull blossoms plants at the edge of the roads and to the woman who bears nothing but vengeance towards her wrong doers even cursing one to have a stillborn for her first child nature minces no word and speaks right to her core "Alright alright next life she will be your mother and you - - her stillborn.''