Poem

The After Place Is quiet 🤫 Full of sound during the day. Empty at night. Like the forest , You hear nature's voice., Then is quiet. Sounds Of Freedom They glide beyond the sky. They fall into the air. They glitched between universal songs, But never catch them. They don't belong to a single place . Mother Nature Earth, Blood. Water, Life. A rigid structure. Strong like no other. Father Sun Warm feeling of hope, Light as bright, Full of life. You and Mother had a son. It became love. Mother is fiercely protective. I love her, But I'm afraid to disappoint her. Papa is Papa. Often mad But he is my papa. Where is the balance ? They both teach me They both guide me But I'm different. I'm unique. and it's good. Because mother teach me good. Because mother raised me good. And where is papa? He is in my heart.