MOTHER NATURE

A poem about Mother Nature

Mother Nature,
How does she work?
A kind, gentle being,
With disastrous blightings?

So beautiful to behold,
Her work at hand,
The makings of perfection,
She is earth's heaven.

Light glows about her crown
As it feeds her creation.
A creation of beauty,
Berries, Cherries, Ivies, Lilies, Daisies.

Flowing down her torso
The pure water nourishes her species.
Where residing within her bosom,
Spawns a protected living kingdom.

Panda bears and swimming Swans
Live and Move upon their Mother's rules.
But when dear mother aches
The earth trembles and quakes.

And with Mother's pain,
the bosom does suffer.
A kingdom no longer protected,
Inhabitants left to be pelted.

For without Mother's stable defense,
Her creation is subject to perish.
From flying seagulls to charming daffodils,
All are dependent upon Mother's placid skills.

Therefore, we must respect the Mother of Nature,
Mother Nature as she is called.
We must not oppose her laws or her ways,
But follow her course throughout the rest of our days.

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Inspired by photo: Mother Nature