‘The Spirit of Nature’ poem
In the valley of Mother Nature, the beautiful spirit in the lands of the blue sphere.
The bright and mighty sun embalmed as a watcher of our Earth, shines with warmth.
The white and alien moon twilights in the dark space, spotlighted by its rocky coolness.
The Earth is sculpted by chaos, cruelty and anger; her animal children and roots of life perish from her nurturing. The mother weeps on the destruction of her spiritual beauty.
Inflicted by a stabbing and unbearable pain, she omits a scream of rage and destruction.
The phantom roars of rage channel into the chaos and anger, a powerful hymn heard by the inhibitors alike.
Some called for peace, some idled and distracted, but the greedy and soulless ignored the mother’s plea.
Consumed by her abundance of rage, she unleashes a new message for the inhibitors ruled by grief and ignorance.
Damning those with an invasion of wildlife, the scorching flames of the blaze, the freezing glaciers of rime, the ruthless and monstrous waves of the sea and the sickening plague of darkness.
The inhibitors recognize the suffering through her dynamic punishments of Earth, some paying the price through the lack of critical thought; others for bending their will in idolizing the corrupted and greedy.
The mother replenishes her children and the roots of life with her spirit, the mending of land, trees and soil become as one again.
Together, they form the spirit of nature.
