Ode to Mother Nature

  I believed in magic when I first saw the flight of birds across the setting sun,

I believed in magic as the dew slid down a petal on to my eager palm.

I believed in magic as I lay on the tender grass, gazing at the Milky Way!

I believed in magic when I felt I was a part of you – in me you always stay…

 

In you we live, in you we thrive,

You change, you evolve, you turn the tide – but only the fittest of us survive.

You reign supreme, you nurture us,

We may forget you, ignore you, hurt you, defy you,

But you always take care of us.

 

You are my cotton in summer, my fleece in winter, my warm cup of coffee,

From the whiff of cinnamon to the crunch of the almond – you never fail to delight.

When your lightning strikes the grains of sand, we dig up the best glass.

We rip you, we plough you, we pluck and we axe you,

But you always reward us…

 

In you we live, in you we thrive,

You change, you evolve, you turn the tide – but only the fittest of us survive.

You reign supreme, you nurture us,

We may forget you, ignore you, hurt you, defy you,

But you always take care of us.

 

Wordsworth was captivated by your Daffodils, and Shelley, with The Cloud,

Coleridge celebrated the Frost at Midnight, and Tennyson, The Brook.

I adore you in your entirety, though Miss Thunberg loves you the most!

We may have wronged you, failed you, endangered many,

But you still sustain us…

 

In you we live, in you we thrive,

You change, you evolve, you turn the tide – but only the fittest of us survive.

You reign supreme, you nurture us,

We may forget you, ignore you, hurt you, defy you,

But you always take care of us.

 

From the depth of your oceans to the height of your peaks,

We explore, we conquer, we discover, we learn – you give us major goals.

You have unravelled the gifts of gold and sapphire as we mined our way in –

In the deepest crevices of your heart, you secrets lie buried …

 

You sing in your nightingale voice to usher the beautiful Spring,

You stormily roar like the King of the Beasts, you strut in your peacock feet!

We tap to the beat of your raindrops, we unfurl like the blooming buds,

We wish upon the dandelions – with hope our hearts you fill…

 

In you we live, in you we thrive,

You change, you evolve, you turn the tide – but only the fittest of us survive.

You reign supreme, you nurture us,

We may forget you, ignore you, hurt you, defy you,

But you always take care of us.