This is Nature's Way
George Freek
The sky is a clock
without a face, as the day
ticks to its conclusion.
Some stars appear like lanterns,
lighting the way to nowhere,
as the river wanders
in meandering fashion,
without dreams,
without passion.
An owl, silent as a tomb,
leaves his tree,
searching for a victim.
A creature cries out.
It’s the final night
of his unmemorable life.
George Freek
The sky is a clock
without a face, as the day
ticks to its conclusion.
Some stars appear like lanterns,
lighting the way to nowhere,
as the river wanders
in meandering fashion,
without dreams,
without passion.
An owl, silent as a tomb,
leaves his tree,
searching for a victim.
A creature cries out.
It’s the final night
of his unmemorable life.