Poetry

Sunday, 18 January 2026

What's the rush?

 Oh where do you think you're going?

And what's the rush

The sea is still flowing

And it's master of us

You're not the rulers of land or law

Her name is Nature

And she's red in tooth and in claw


Well, Jesus is the ruler of the hearts of me

And God his father in heaven above

But there's only one ruler under the sun

And her name is Nature 

and she's a son of a gun 

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