Natural disaster (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Chirping birds,

Swaying trees,

Nature at its best

I observe with ease.

Raging winds,

Twirling sand,

Hidden inspiration

If I could only understand.

Mother Nature;

Bore us all,

Yet we are the reason,

She starts to fall.

Shame on man,

Woman too.

For our kind is the reason,

Its end is due.

By : Phanuel Ayelum.


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