It Shall Follow Shortly...

You cannot force the best things, they need time to incubate, to truly take shape and form, and arrive when ready. Beautiful nature, you have your way. You follow nobody, nothing at all. You steal the show, every time, and yet still mankind fails to appreciate your glow, your astonishing majesty. Every time i would kneel before your utter grace. Man and money. He has no idea what befalls him time and again. If he would only look out the window, the answers await. Man must see what he tries to hide from, or what he fails to acknowledge at the end of his eyes. To own the key, and have no idea. Tragedy beckons, suffocates our breaths.

Everything will take place, in the stages of its own desire. The background chasing at the foreground, never letting it forget that it's there. Snapping at the heels of. Nature, take it away, you beautiful angel.