When the cloud of anger come,
we think we are anger.
When the cloud of love come,
we think we are in love.
We are neither.
When the cloud of angry come,
it's the time to taste
the taste of delight and bliss
If I lied in the angry cloud,
the day will be missed,
the taste will go,
and become the wound,
love it, love it, love it,
a gift from nature,
to feel, to touch, to know,
the beauty of the present,
the beauty of the things we can't imagine
that how it can be beautiful than that,
love it, love it, love it,

it's our nature.

Be watcher, be alert, be seer,
the moment blossom,
like a flower in the sun.