Her

her eyes were a beautiful blue,

her smile, a gentle breeze.

her warmth made you feel home, yet was capable enough to burn.

her cold brought about unstoppable floods, yet was capable to water fields of the farmers to feed yet another year’s people.

her sob was a gentle river’s stream down the Himalayan mountains,

her calmness was the moon hiding amongst soft clouds, yet still outshining the stars.

her peace, you found between the sounds of the Amazon Rainforest; the the splashing of Amazon River Dolphins, the fluttering of Mealy Parrots, the calls of Squirrel Monkeys.

her happiness, they say, lies in the rainbow formed by the Victoria falls in the borders of Zimbabwe and Zambia.

her whisper, you could hear as you floated on the waters of Alleppey in Kerala.

her protest was the orange of Uluru.

her song, a fight for the people’s rights.

her game, one no one could defeat.

her silence, one we could not fill.

her children, she called the land and waters on which we live.

but then came her anger when we no longer cared for her.

her anger in which fire would melt and water would burn.

and so, we should care.

her beauty, we cannot replace. her hate, we cannot bear.

her.

Mother Nature, we call her.