When It Rains, It Pours

Free styling about nature and it's beauty compared to human things.

When it rains, it pours
Just like how an eagle,
doesn't fly, but soars
across the lake, or by
a mountain...

Under the bright sun,
flowers blossom for me,
just like how I would
walk for Momma; smile
at her with wide eyes, and
a yearning to explore.

I don't know where I am,
or where I'm going,
just that it's beautiful.
It's beautiful like my Mom,
like the eagle, or the flower...
It will be as beautiful as you.