Mother Nature

Her Love is dedicated to gettin her wealth up above all else she doesn't mind her job possibly damaging her self esteem. She rather be self made than dedicated to any man & I understand that like her hand on the glass platform. The middle age gentlemen in the chair in front of stage feels like the man cuz his hand gettin lighter from making it drizzle while the currency whistle through the air & she makes it thunder with her body & neon lightning strikes the stage. Mother Nature is the stage name & she climbs the cylinder ladder to heaven, sheds her wings to spiral downwards back to the twisted world. Her curls shine the colors of the room from a gloomy blue to a plea sent red as she touchdown arms in the crowd go up like the cowboys nation when Dez score. Every cowboy in the building wanted to score the prize. But she's all mine alone like the number nine on the team.