Mother Nature Speaks

Mother nature speaks

Nature; a weapon
To protect her
From the invisible harm
I am the Earth
I am the Mother.
So, she can sit under the shade of the trees
So, she can enjoy the greenery which she has painted.
Running down through the path of colorfulness.
Soothing the eyes.
Dew in her veins
It rains when she is in pain
Moonlight covering her like a blanket
The creaking sound of blooming flower
Waking her up from the slumber
And when she sings,
She is in sync with the wind
Mother nature speaks.

Syeda Maheen Bukhari