Out the Window

I stood by my window, watching the seasons change,

The warmth of the spring that eludes the winter’s chill

and the sunny summers that are washed away by the monsoons, 

like the cycle of life, enshrined in misty mysteries 

I wonder in awe who directs this unceasing ebb and flow

causing my mind to bow in admiration of nature's grand design

I stood by my window again, the sermons of ecologists echoing in my ears

Illusions of pollution globally warming up the heated debates on the podium

while the barrier reefs and endangered species erode into extinction.

Nature's wrath rattles the sea floor triggering mighty tsunamis to curb man’s greed;

greed that steers nature’s order into chaos and confusion.

I feel the anguish of mother nature and cry aloud to seek the attention of the
powerful who rule the nation with their magic wand of politics.

I stand on the sand and feel the comforting breeze like my mother's gentle arms around me

to comfort and console my languishing thoughts, thoughts for the generations to come, 

I am assured by a crackle of cockatoos that fly over my head, looking down upon me with their intriguing eyes, wanting answers to their destiny and telling me once again that 

Mother Earth will indeed be our paradise forever after we finally learn to respect nature.