Like the arrival of the purest form of life. It sets its course to remain just that. If not for the blatant disregard for its purity. It would never uncover the anger.
You say there's freedom. Within our nature. Well I don't think you understand. Mother Earth has fallen to Mother Man. The Air, the Sea, the Grass, the Trees,.
Leave us alone, we never harmed you. Leave us alone, we beg of you. How could you be, so unforgiving. Without it you see, you won't be living. To see the creation.
Suddenly all turns to green!. (whisper) And a forest cracks a smile. A seed conceals an important part. Of the way we see, the world is ought to be. Plants and trees, initiate the air we breathe.
[Nicole:]. Fire!. . [Intro: 50 Cent]. I make it hotter. Friction turns to fire. You're what I desire. I'm comin to getcha girl. That's right, that's right.
I tip my hat to the creation. And its rewarding disposition. Formed by something. Lacking nothing here. Something so divine. A spectacle of "Elements".
A bounded sphere of wisdom. Spinning to create the now. Upon it all will wonder who, what, where, and how. Liquid covers most of her features. Sunlight covers one side at a time.
Survival below the forest line. Becomes what can't be taken away. Trip through the vines of the food chain. He who doesn't stumble remains the. Dominant of the jungle.