Nature won’t lie

But may cry

Hearing the anguish

Of your sigh

Feeling your loneliness

And seeing my pain

A bird flew by and lit up our eyes

Sparks appear and tingles inside

You draw cold and I draw warm

Like the air before a storm

Thought it makes no sense

The drawing brand new

Let the brushes finish the picture

Of me and you

Nature won’t lie but may cry

A bird flew by

Singing a sweet lullaby!