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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It’s the same everyday The same wind, the same lush The same whisper, the same tale Yet, in the mist that blows Through the sunlit meadows I hear the same voice Echoed different Each time. As my gazes fall From the subtle ocean floating overhead Carrying its tiny islands To the coasts near the tangible oceans There’s the wonder on him Who let’s me stand. There’s the thunders, Earth echoes Through its hollow corridors; And the storm it carries Wanting to put everything in motion It screams, and screams It doesn’t know why, As its voice, silence its ears, but others. There’s the turmoil It wishes to understand So he shook the ground That refused to let him Stand his ground The earthquakes with their heavy blow It was its breakdowns. The fear, now replaced with anger Wants to have peace He decides to unleash Not wanting to care But to let the land burn; Volcanoes were made When it had its meltdowns. As the torment inside him grew He tormented the world, he nurtured. Threw his tantrums As cyclones and tsunamis. Like a human, Like a child. Still, it has the tranquility, I often wondered how it kept; With all the commotion, he caused And the ones, they brought. I admire the seasons it bring The summer, when it felt the warmth; Warmth of the sun And the chuckles of the new born green. The spring, when it felt the love; From the giggles overheard Near the fresh flower bed To the wisdom bestowed to the sages By the Himalayan mountain ranges With their long white beard, Love was heard. And then, Came the autumn, when it retreats To find the love within, engraved within. To find it’s gemstone, To reach it’s milestone. Soon the wind arrives with its spikes Now the nature retreats, A different way. It hikes the earlier Santa Claus-ed mountains To heal himself, for the next year. I admire the seasons it bring The wind, the rain It learnt to unwind it’s tantrum In the solitude, In the same solitude It offered to the seekers. It learnt to deal with his surges Deal with himself. Like a human. Like an adult. Yet, it acts like a child Every now and then And a few other times. It has flaws, but it grows It lives to be born again And born, to live again. Different, each time. A human contained in the nature, A nature contained within a human.
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