Take That Step
She was born to give us life,
named Nature,
a name that passed into oblivion.
Grew up with her family,
loving all alike.
She had something to bestow to each one,
treasures of earth,
clear waters, refreshing air,
sunshine to light up the world,
canopy of eternal blue sky so vast
illumined with
twinkling stars at night.
Scores of bounties
for us to live upon.
She quenched our thirst
with her cloudy droplets.
To satiate our hunger,
she lay before us
her nourishing richness.
Woods which held her firm on soil
sheltered us day and night.
An abode for the living
helping and caring.
The air she let out we breathed.
She was so green ,
her blooms so vibrant.
Haven for spiritual seekers,
she raised them to salvation and bliss.
A divine blessing for humanity,
her beauty enchanting,
and presence healing.
Wilderness untouched by man,
also enhancing her charm.
We let her go barren.
Her blossoms withered,
pure and serene rivers,
dried out and tainted.
Smoke and poison,
we gave her to take in.
Her tranquility and peace gone,
cries unheard , her rage is flooding.
cool breeze turn storms
that wreak havoc.
Sickness, burnt wilderness
and dwellings
are the pain we inflicted upon her
that reaped back to us.
She gave us all she had
our greed knowing no limit,
craving for more,
not letting her live in happiness.
Her adornments trampled with,
her valuables plundered.
Our cravings gnawing
her world to the core,
leaving her wounded and bleeding.
A prey to the curses
and illwill of the very people
whom she nurtures,
and her decay going unnoticed.
She says, “ Listen to me,
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if I am gone, you too shall perish.”
But we don’t heed.
We survive, we amass,
but she is dying.
When everything about
her is life giving,
why do we say,
natural calamities are
taking lives?
Will we be able to
say to our children,
“there’s plenty for you too.”
Can she hold her sublime beauty
for posterity?
For her to remain hale and hearty,
the step we can take
is to connect to her consciousness
with love and gratitude.
She’ll never say no to
her children
if we touch her heart.
A mother, who
brought up her children,
seeks a bond with her,
to recover,
rejuvenate and flourish for us
We can take that Step
for her.
