That nature's neither a foe nor friend
Disasters happen we can't control
And so attribute some godly whim
While Earth maintains its indifferent spin
Infatuated by grace
And the beauty of presence
Consumed by ideals
Of majestic men
Curiosity spiked
Laughter is not of the matter
It's bellows of happiness
Thundering from my throat
Leaping out of my mouth
In uncontrollable bursts
Ribcage starting to ache
As the roaring keeps rolling in
My eyes begin to release salted happiness
Flowing down my cheeks
Walking alone
In the throes of pleasurous pain
I let laughter take me, its no laughing matter
Tis' way too true
Once again as peaceful tears silently roll
They are happy tears this time
