The Mother
"Nature, you're my mother.
You're so pure, so kind, so innocent.
You make things not be hard,
I just felt a felling of desire.
A desire that it's hunger,
Of the souls from the moon.
She is always on.
She's the darkness of a mother,
Who's children are gone.
She's the Queen of the night.
The river of shiny abalone,
Is the river of the night.
The children are crying,
For the mother who's dead.
But she is surviving,
As how she promised."