A Good Soul

Tumultuous avalanches

and 

tumultuous thought

We are our own destruction.

Poke at its volatility

and

it might just come down.

In this endless cycle

called global warming

or

it could be

in this restless state

of mind swarming.

What's next?

The continuation of a journey for success?

So snow will pile down

or 

maybe none at all.

So our shoulders will droop down

with faces appalled.

Why can't we live 

correctly,

simply,

strongly?

Do good, be good.

Don't look good and just say good.

What is good?

Let life be decorated with simplicity

and the world as well.

Clean the mind,

clean the ground.