Some say that Mother Nature got fed up and released this sickness so it can heal
That we are the virus it is trying to get rid of
Some say this sickness is a conspiracy
A plot of one country to rule the world (world domination!)
But what is sure is that…
This sickness is awful
This sickness is scary
And if you’re not scared of it, you might want to think again
See the sky?
It’s blue but it’s happy
See the river?
Its green but does not envy
The clouds are white and pure
But it can also be dark and heavy
Nature can be full of wonder
Full of emotions
The rustling of the breeze
Trees bending with ease
The wind sweeping the dry leaves away
They fly as if dancing through their way
And I, a passerby
Take time to reflect in nature’s performance
Whatever troubles you had yesterday.
I told the rainbow to stop your tears and hear your cries
By sharing its colors to remove your grey skies.
I told the sun to keep you warm and to brighten up
To make your shivering stop.
I hope you know I truly care,
But to show to you, this I don’t dare.
I don’t have the right to care so much for you
But I hope you know, when you’re down I’m blue.
And so I told Mother Nature to show her care
I think it’s only right, I think it’s only fair.
See poetry isn’t always about love and loss
It can be about nature, the environment and a greater cause.
About the planet, the greenhouse effect, pollution
About rebuilding, finding better alternatives, and solutions.
Most plants, trees, animals, are dying
What are we, in our little ways, doing?
We need to take action instead of moping and crying.
I can feel the world is sick because of what we have done
Look at the world now and what it has become.
Summer has always been hot but now it’s scorching
Let’s face it, taking a blind eye isn’t working.
This poetry may not do so much
But I hope it reaches people and they feel touched
By how wonderful Mother Nature truly is
And keeping her safe means for our own good, that’s the purpose of this.
‘Twas a blue moon over the horizon and I was alone
Poems are what the moon is made of as I fell in love with it over again
It was out there while I stood here
Our love story is a little bit of a tragic one
Still, my heart leaps with joy each time I gaze upon it
It calls to me
The majestic sea
I long for its sweet embrace
Sun kiss upon my face
And the sea dancing with grace
When will I marvel once more?
Just like I did before
Sleeping on the shore
Soon I will visit the sea
Be in awe with its majesty
Once again….the sea and me
Listen to the breeze
The birds hum
The butterflies flutter
The wind sings
And the clouds dance
Beautiful music everyday
I held the moon in my hands
And decorated my hair with the stars
Painted the clouds with the rainbow
Danced with the shooting star
I stare into the night sky
Contented with such work of art
Under the cloudless sky, the scorching heat let’s its presence known
Mother Nature at its peak, boasting of her power
While the people all cower, hide under the magnificent Acacia tree
Looking around you’ll see only that one old tree
It stands majestically beautiful in the midst
of the steel trees they call buildings
who take pride in their tallness and glamour
They took them all and didn’t even bother to think
of the consequences
Yet there they were, seeking shelter under its branches and leaves
Cool air being provided despite the dryness
And as the sun slowly hid behind the clouds white
I can’t help but wonder if someday they too might take that old Acacia tree