I Can Feel Mother Natures Pain
When the brightest moon begins to wane,
And the sun breathes life into every plain.
Mother Nature sees life sustain.
Springtime starts her flowering reign.
Blue Vervain and Daisy Fleabane –
Pristinely plants spread in the rain.
Even deadly plants like Henbane
Grow with purpose and not in vain.
Mother Nature’s wisdoms remain.
Whether harvesting fruit or grain,
With her help all life can sustain.
Mother Nature brings sun and rain.
Farmers, plant crops, like sugarcane,
They prepare to make syrup again.
Babies watch through the windowpane.
Seeds are planted in rich terrain.
Others grow well in a flood plain.
Crops are dusted from a bi-plane.
She hopes man won’t pollute again.
In the past it was all in vain.
I can feel Mother Nature’s pain.
By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
1/14/2017
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