The storm.
It is not one mans eyes that say, but tis his heart.
One man full of greed and disaster,
His heart sure to turn to ash.
Another full of love and passion,
His heart sure to sing the song of angles.
It is not the heart that judges but rather the mind.
A curvy young maiden now seen as a licentious being.
A husky young lad seen as greedy and indulgent.
It is not the mouth that speaks.
The overflow of the heart spills out its contents.
Softly spoken words and a beautiful heart,
Makes it sting when a man with foul words releases his wrath.
The mans mind deciphers and filters all information.
Tis one mans use to destroy others,
Another mans use to bring glory to the world.
Shame be to the man who strikes the lighting,
But power to he who rains upon the crops.
Wise words, the heart speaks what is full of, either love and acceptance or hate and strife... well written.
well written and understood , just the subject entered into is a fine tribute to you considerations for true understanding