The streams sanctified,
The rain that trods on the clouds,
The rivulets that trap the water within its beams,
Are all an piece of history just like a king's crown,
With the weather lately,
There's been a drought...
And now people have doubt,
Doubt that the rain will halt,
People whine like it's assault,
But we should be thankful for this blessied part,
Where the rain pours and pours its heart out.
The animals are revived,
The water reserves on the side,
Are now packed full of cries,
The tears from the clouds drift in,
And the reminiscence of the days of past,
Come back to you for you to relive,
But now is not the time to be in the past,
Where animals like the pheasants...
Aren't really here in the present,
There's havoc everywhere like Haiti,
Mother Nature she isn't such a nice lady,
But if we give our respect and pity to those in need,
It'll recycle around just like how we function to breath,
Time and time again there's more and more disaster,
But if we just muster the energy to carry on...
We'll be a role model to those in Haiti,
Not just being a pawn of vanity.
I'll wrap this up with a little clarification,
It's really amazing,
How a little moneys worth from your pocket,
Can make such a change...
I've done my part to help them in their hour of need,
And now it's your deemed turn to do the same...
To wiggle out of your skin and switch places with someone to see,
To see what their life is really been like lately,
Because stereotyping just leaves more and more tainted prints,
Just take the hint,
Help someone,
And they will help you,
There for in fact...
Everyone wins.
