Mother Nature

Mother Nature long poem

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I wake up in the morning and your face is the first thing I see, I take a deep breath and I laugh out, ha!ha!, remembering the outdoors and the sea, Oh dear ma!ma!
You are so dear to me and always will be because you have always being there for me even before my birth and always will be even after my death
But I can never understand how your mood changes and how you are everywhere, cities and even the hoods, ranges, one minute you are smiling and shining and another minute you are crying and wetting like babies
Making me wait until you are over your emotions or an umbrella to shade me from your tears and because of you the trees grow that have provided shades for me all these years
When I say shades I mean aids, clothes, eyeglasses and books for the African schoolchild coming home with no umbrella caught in your lament who gets home with wet garments, poor child.
All so beautiful also pitiful your own children hurting you, vomiting and defecating at your nose making you sneeze because you are so trusting still caring for us in our sleep
Disgusting when we are killing your other children, deceased, some are gone, forever gone, extinct, whatever, a good reason to be angry, frankly i fear and love you making entrances grandly and surprisingly with disasters.
Understanding you is impossible, we have no clue what we do, that is why we act confused, our mother is a killer, our Savior, our teacher, is it possible? maybe I have a flu.
Remembering last September all through November to December, the rain, hurting my brain as I try to understand what the teacher preached to us about the weather and what the preacher teaches us about heather, whether its right or wrong, short or long, weak or strong.
Early morning dew, everything brand new, every day renewed like its overdue, but the disasters I wish you will reduce, but we have no power only the view of an hour, your showers i know help the flowers but please don’t devour us like the age of Noah from the bible pages building towers.
The seas, I want to see, disease, I don’t want to see , fill us with awe even as we walk your way without knowing your ways, like how water got in a coconut or why a man goes nuts or why I cant get donuts from groundnut, the whole universe in your hands as we go through life’s university waiting for whatever you put in our hands.
Mother nature even as we continue to denature, be a mother cause its in our nature, we even fight each other nation to nation and we need each other in the circle of life although what we do may not be right but you are at fault too, slight, like when we die and what you give free we have to buy, and close our eyes in eternal sleep, goodbye.

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I am an easy going person who loves poetry and music,love making new friends and experiencing different cultures and I respect people's decisions and emotions as long as they respect mine am an african and i believe everything i can,i am yearning,learning and earning knowledge in search of peace and wisdom and when i write is when i feel alright.This poems and pages are dedicated to my family, friends, and anyone that appreciates life's joys. I hope these pages make you smile, reminisce, and perhaps shed a tear.
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