In the Arms of Mother Nature

Waking up to the sounds of chirping birds in the trees Is the sweetest wake up call nature gives me Beckoning softly from dreamland to life The cool breeze wafting through my window panes Reminds me of the sweetness in freshness every morning. Oxygen from photosynthesis, undiluted This is just enough ambrosia to start my day I long to remain wrapped in the arms of mother nature Held captive by the wondrous sights and stillness But the blaring horns of the train would not let me be Jolting me out of nature’s harmony Into the reality of the struggle for survival… ©Joy Adesola2020