The mother we revere or destroy?? 🍃🍃

Oh! Nature

The comfort when all things go wrong

The evidence of how beautiful this world can truly be if only....

The root of everything made that is made

The beauty of God's own handwork made manifest

Perfect in all ramification

The mother that brings peace and tranquility on sad, lonely days

The brush of her motherly love...like the gentle soothing zephyr

Likewise a balm on our souls

The crickets sing in awe of the flowing green landscape

Grateful to be close to her

Tunes of happiness and joyous abandon

Grateful to be counted as one of her

Our past selves willing and loving to use her healing leaves as herbs unto our beings

And her livestock and produce as a balm to our ailing stomachs in form of broth....

But that all seems past😢

The hack and crack of industrialization

Like a bane unto our very souls

Denying us the joy and connection we once had

The trees that once provided shelter for the harsh weather

Vanished like it never existed

Crickets and free birds and nightingales

Hiding for fear they meet the same fate as the one who begat them

Do we revere or seek to destroy?

Our only hope remains in the night..

Where the moon offer same solitude and comfort without having to search far and wide

The crickets, who substitutes for day, come out in their numbers at night

At times offering tranquility and at times wistfulness

Sigh..

Woe and woe again

To the banes of industrialization

Our lovely mother- Nature

Do we revere or seek to destroy?