Never Feel Orphaned - Never Again[P]

Dusty wind rushing, gushing hard his blow,
Spilling out sulky heat, the pulpy sun glow,
Through the motor stunk, the stuffed lane row,
Into the murky snug, where life gaze sorrow.

Resting on the roof, his tiring eyes droop,
As chinks in his little life, does his mind swoop:

No Lap to sleep and bent back to leap,
Nor a mercy heart that loves him deep,
No soul to play with, to pump his bliss,
Nor a loving soul that hug him to kiss.

His little life crackled thus in a stony fate,
That plunged his arms away from the Slate.

Thoughts thus rustled him out of his doze,
As sudden a stirring thought does its rose.
Holding his Breath, the little lad yells:

“Oh dude, never feel orphaned, never again,
This earth so dear, laid you in her lap,
With you always, in your beautiful nap,
The cool breeze waft, kissing you soft,
Hugging you sweet, she swung you aloft,
Black lovely cloud drizzled you her Love,
As you play merry, with her colored bow.

Born to her, Mother Nature loves you so deep,
So never feel orphaned even when you sleep.”

His heart bore mettle, grew him into the great,
For had his chance, to checkmate his stony fate.