Its dolorous how the sky cries

how the ocean sways to kiss the shoreline goodbye

how the sun always goes away and come back the next day

how the leaves fall to the ground and make the soil rich

Rich with ideas that plump to make humanity great

Some people call this natural

I call this fate

You see God is good

And by Prophecies of aging light years

And eons he continues to tell us this for our sake

And with roots that germinate through history to warn us about the dangers of our ancestors faced