Our Mother

Nature kisses the living people and the dead –

In retrospect, in all respects, our intimacy cannot be said

And from afar, they dance in waltz, the trees, the leaves, they have intent

Or maybe not, the wine they had; they weren’t exactly as sober yet

Our company we rather tread; with us, they weren’t at all content

In that, we leave our comfort zones, to search for mutual companionship.

To take advantage, our brilliant minds, unknowing of their collateral 

The moment man could reason was the moment man was ought to fall.

A little closer, we see the sons and daughters, big and small, 

Wearing petals, skirts, as they wake to earn their legal tender.

At our core, we’re self-centered, I understand it as a human

but I implore us, fellow individuals, to put this into action:

to conserve our scarcities, necessities, and our plantation,

to not indulge in lunacy, to pull our socks up without frustration.

The river that passes by, its creatures, its life we don’t consider 

at a glance, the stream, its image, it makes us reflect on who we centre.

Humans stand on nature's shoulders, the giants who came before us

In that, we should appreciate, the wonders, the craft we witness

As people ought to say in times of joy and in times of hurt

‘She is, and always will be our mother’