Beauty of Nature
Ive never seen the mountains come alive
exuding breathe that smell of toxic gases
and heartbeats chocking red coal instead of blood
coal that flows to its floors
and burn instead of soothing
Ive never seen a painting of such a disaster
Ive listened to the wind blow
or perhaps its rattling of some feeble leaves
and its power devour to the frail twigs
Ive played against the wind spray as a kid
and tried as the wise men said to listen to the famous whistle
all i hear even now
is the wails of the art the howling wind passes through
as the ocean waters rises to;
the magnificent royalty of the wind
and as it colorfully caresses my skin
to eject some illegitimate warmth,
i again ponder over some saying
and try to see the colors of the wind
but lo! not even the wind do i see
it just blows and flows and scours as it goes
but still to my wonder a belief holds on to my heart's sleeves
holds on to the truth and power of nature
all so strange, all so terrific, all so powerful and dictatorial
but all the paintings of these shows the beauty of nature
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