Catalyst

Below the valleys of civilization,

lies a dark, secret untold,

Misty like the milky white, frothy-

havens, the trees whisper in solitude.

A quick flow of the breeze,

rustling the sweet nature of things.

Men hustling, women bustling,

in the fluidity of heat.

I'd like to be a catalyst,

of sweet musings and love.

Let men be free, like the soft breeze,

that passes, full of love.

Our world needs softness,

devoid of hate and lust.

Let us be free,o lord-

like a glacier of sweet, white, frost.