I believe in the reality of Nature
Not the mechanical reality
of the nine-to-fivers
With their flawed calendars
and false clocks
searching for eternal youth
Not the one that destroys
the true rhythms of Nature
and feed on the worship
of sickness and plastic
I believe in the reality of Nature
Where all things have their place
Perfectly in sync with each other;
every moments are filled with Gods
feasting on each other
From the time I opened my eyes
To the time of my last breath
I kneel down at the altar of Nature
and worship the only true rhythms
that regulates her perfection