Answer:
You build it up, to stand against wind
You layer it up, to withstand anything
You shelter you, to repel away my rain
You and a bluff, to bury me once again
Another one
In a flash of a moment
my sky of stars
turned into
a mountain of mud;
the fickleness of nature
is forcing me to hide,
and in one flow of madness
the destruction of disaster
took the place of
the firmness of foundation;
the stubbornness of nature
is preventing her in seeking me.
Mother Earth loves to play
hide and seek -
and my buried thoughts
are always in the losing end.
Explanation:
You could pick one of the two poems i gave.
