Mother

Nature is the delicate blush petals from an innocent flower,

That lie helplessly on the paved footpath.

It is the juniper-coloured leaves from the trees,

Which stubbornly stay planted into the ground,

Bathing in the warmth of the scintillating daylight.

It is the crystal-clear dew that noiselessly trickles off the leaves,

Like a stealthy, unnoticed ninja.

But if you peek over to nature’s wild side,

You’ll be speechless by what you can see.

The ominous thunder that rattles the ground,

Like a menacing earthquake.

The irrepressible winds that provoke the discarded on the ground,

Whisking them off their feet.

The heavens open and tumultuous rain comes cascading down,

And settles into the burnt-sienna earth.

She is beautiful, ugly, majestic and unpredictable,

All-encompassing and ever-present

Our mother, the most wondrous thing about her,

Is nature herself.