mother nature
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Love is so crazy
Why do people fall in it?
Love is really crazy
Why do people follow it?
People will always be in pain
Femme, femme, ô gentille femme
Mon amour, ma fleur, mon entame
Dans mon calepin journalier
Es una otra primavera
Es una nueva temporada
Un otro día de lluvia ligera cayendo
Un otro día medio soleado otra vez
It is another spring
It is a brand new season
Another day of light rain falling
Another semi-sunny day again
Being a human being is to love everyone
Don’t get confused about being a Christian
Who is to be a Super Being, a great Human
From underneath a plush flora bedGaea emerges tranquil grassy facedflowery dreadlocks hang from her headfrom underground and her outstretched handwaterfall refreshing, a pond being fed,
God who created the earth and skythe deepest seas and the highest peaksturned over the reins to Mother Natureto keep earth healthy and not let it die.
Majestic grouper's boulder headrests on the green soft oceans edgelooking up to the sky as time tic-tocksnatures sculpture, chiseled rockeons have passed to mold its' bust
Nothing brings me greater joy
Than to hold out my arms
And hug the world
Thanking the motherland for every trail
Every bump, pebble, and stone in the road
Leading
to a worthy destination
Mother showed me her saphhire rings,
seven she wore upon her hands.
I'd wear upon my hands her bands,
in awe of their beauty and shine.
I rolled around grass and felt the moring dew,
I hear the thunder roar
And wait for the downpour
Watch lovers duck into art galleries they cannot afford
To escape the rain and simply because they're bored
I sit on the banks of the San Sebastian
Temperatures rising.
Ice caps melting,
Falling into the sea.
Gaia, Mother Nature,
Oh how she cares
As she stares at the dirty air.
Her animals are dying out,
And her Earth is full of drought.
Once upon a midnight postpubescent,
Much I marvelled the silent graafian follicle;
Puberty - tormentor of my dreams.
I awoke and flung the legal age,
In a kingdom full of menses
When I thought of the puberty.
The world is at its end,
A primal war has begun.
Mother Nature’s children are fighting
To see who’s the strongest one.
Who will win this war?
The flowers in her hair were slowly dying. The sky grew too tired of crying. Sheets of white covered her eyes, as the world met its demise. No one cared to tend the crops. Toxic waste of yesterday filled the air. No rainbow would ever shine there
This, a River
This, a river,
I am not lines but curves
Winding around sand bars
Creating islands
Revealed in low tide
My current pulses life
Tadpoles, carp, algae
I smile in light
She is mellow, creating what I saw as ordinary;
The loving, ebony colored tree tugged tenderly at the velvety skin of my collar.
She whispered gingerly in my ear as I clung to my fragile and flimsy, tattered journal.
Pitter patter of the rain on my head
Sends the fears straight to bed,
In the things gone unsaid.
And the crackle of the thunder
Sending all the pain asunder
Taking respite in the clouds
Walking through the talking woods,
looking at the reflecting water,
I see a bag of old goods
and empty bottles underwater.
A girl. Lush, plentiful, and providing.A boy. Old as time, a lender.What's their purpose alone?Together they work hand in hand.
Change
Change or be Forgotten
Her words ring like a Bell
Never spoken
Through the seasons
We learn
Most of Us see her Pain
Pollution hurts her inhabitants
She cries ice
and dries her tears in the fire
Too Soon! They cry, as the Autumn
Leaves fall
They exchange seasons with
cool white snow
Our hottest summer
Our coldest Winter
“I am dying”,
the Earth whispers to me.
Grass is mistreated
and flowers defeated.
Birds never tweeted
yet humans competed.
We were all becoming
concreted.
Green, dewy sprinkles.
And life
That blessed mother
She has her favorites
She gifts the evil
And destroys the good
And you are the best of them
So when life keeps hitting you
Imagine free-falling from the mountainside to the earth.
Watch the trees die and woods stand still in mourning.
Can you feel that,
the tell-tale heart pitter-pattering with adrenaline?
Or is it nerves,
The trash, I see, like sand on your green grasses
Littered so far, so wide, it’s like the stars in the sky
Do they not see your beauty? Do they not see their cruelty?
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
The meadow comes awake at the end of the day
Lighting up the sky bright fireflies
That summer breeze puts me at ease
Campfire life with friends by my side
Hey eh oh, oo ah
Hey eh oh, oo ah
GROWTH OF A WOMAN foundation soil brown green grow from the roots to the trunk to the stems to the leaves birth of a nation combustion of the sun pineal gland exploded to conceive this gravitational cycle of planets molded into a wound holding a
After every storm ends lo and
Behold the sunshine!
Clouds part
Disappearing into sunlight.
Earth shows you her skin-warming smile again,
Forgiving humans their transgressions.
The hardwoods cry in color this time of year
As the sun sets an owls call from within the deep hollow can be heard clear
There is no path to follow, not one less traveled by, no direction to steer
Stability is a joke. When I feel fine, it is time to plan on going somewhere else. All because of YOU. You came in acting as a replacement father and came out as a joke. A lying joke with no point and only offense. You think you can control me?
falling from the sky
in their clear crystal form
falling slowly at first
then faster in a storm
heading down
terrorizing those below
thunder encourages it along
lightning takes it home
Sometimes we need to inhale a stormy day,
and let it wash the pain from days of agony away.
Sometimes we as humans need just one day of sorrow and gloom,
Never give up, especially when times are tough and things seem dimmer;
Those times build us, mold us from fragile dust, into clouds that shimmer;
To something by far more meaningful and far much greater;
Childish
Attention whore
Fat
Ugly
That's what they called me
The names that still ring in my ears as clear as the blue ocean that wraps around your toes and covers your feet with momentary protection
As I drove along that treacherous bridge
The cringe worthy icicles pattered on my windshield
Oozing from the frozen foliage that crowded the overpass.
My car trudged slowly but confidently,
I’ve seen places untouched by the soles of mankind
I rejoice at the slight breeze that comes from the side of a mountain on a scorching hot day
In the freezing snow,
The snowflakes fall from the sky;
Covering the ground.
The sun is burning
In the flamming summer day.
Water drops are cool.
The planet turns green,
Mother hold me in warm embrace,Gently cradle my delicate skin,Caressed by your loving winds.Touch my lips with petals,Soft flowers of maternity love.
Thunder claps its own song,
Rain drops its own tune,
Wind whistles its own melody
and all that comes from me
is this poem
It's hot outside,
Go turn on your A.C.,
It's cold outside,
Go burn down a tree,
Now it's even hotter outside,
Turn the A.C. up even more,
It's a never ending cycle,
It's a never ending war.
The sun in the day,
the moon at night,
a sky littered with stars and
clouds they hide behind.
The trees, so tall,
with leaves on their branches,
which change their color and fall as summer passes.
Clouds and leaves float on mountain air.
Gurgling streams pass and indent on the gray floor.
Trees hum strange inhuman tunes within the breeze
while animals listen and understand.
weather is grey like a Russian blue cat
the sky casts a cloud so thick you felt as if you saw a ghost that is not friendly like Casper
trees is tilting on one side like the boot in Italy
