Dark clouds spread across the grey skies drops of water are like their tears droplets that spill with burden grows too heavy The rain is a little more than what nature can bear Nature weeps at the injustice meted out to her She must wonder how cruel any being could be especially one that she has helped to nurture and evolve with her prolific sight and feel to behold from the trees, flowers, mountains and hills to the sea. Every moment she gave birth to miracles flowers in bloom to vicious volcanoes spewing fiery lava No matter what she does, we are the same too kind, unpredictable, cruel, avenging or helpful. But unlike Nature, we are powerless We rely on her resources for sustenance We do not realise how effortlessly We exploit her and take her for granted. Patiently, she forgives us for our trespasses hoping that we won't repeat them It is a basic human nature to expect that others won't repeat the same mistakes Hard as it is to forgive them, we try to do that Our mind doesn't let us do so joyfully but We have nature alongside to take inspiration from. If only we could be more like Mother Nature patient, benevolent and forgiving. If only we were more like Mother Nature The world would be a much better place indeed
I have written a lot about Nature. This poem was a product of a collaboration with the lovely Aarushi Sehgal. She has a food blog by the name of LITTLE CHEF’S APRON where she posts delightful recipes and a creative writing blog by the name of Burn The Writing Oil. Do check out blogs and show some love.
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For the visually challenged readers, the given image prompt shows an image of the sun setting against a dark purple pinkiest sky. The sun is seen through a round hole in the branches of a lone tree on an island surrounded by water.
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