Best Naturechildren Poems
Gone are the fields of winter white
soon to be replaced by hues of greens and yellows,
in the interim, fields of barren brown and dirty gold
turned, to breathe warm air from departed winter chill
Plumes of black and gray from mans machine
kneading the back of Mother Earths desire,
before impregnating her with the many seeds
that will produce offspring to quench mans many needs
oh, how lonesome she looks, so alone
holding yet to some remnants of children past,
left only to cradle her dead, left by man
yearning to suckle new life, as only a Mother can
Above, from the heavens, Father prepares
to germinate those so many seeds,
with life sustaining necessities only he is allowed
sunlight and life giving rain, loosened from the clouds
within days Mother is impregnated
she can feel the multitudes of organic life,
moving within her womb, yearning,growing, needing
the escape, to be warmed and nourished by the Sun
Minutes turn to hours, hours to days
suddenly weeks pass,and yet another life,
giving rain, descends from guilded clouds
arms and fingers, of her children, open, sustained
nearing the end of a warm and wonderful summer
it is time for Fathers other children,
to reap what he has sewn
time for Mother Earth to let her children go
My, how they have grown, tall,lush and full
of the fruit they were meant to bear,
to provide nourishment for the masses of seeds
grown to maturity, in need from the father
Again, the gray black plumes of mans machine
come to life, they move through her fields,
her children, like a predator among prey
until, she is left again, with remnants of children past
Soon she will be blanketed again in winter white
gone will be the warm breath of life,
her children taken from her, she is again barren
only to be betrothed to a promise of new life.
I wrote this on a day trip to Illinois from Iowa across wide open farm land.
God Bless....Taz
Dust devils try to suckle on your breast
Illusions of water shimmer on the horizon
Stirring up the dust bowls on your barren chest
Your body adorned with skeletons of your children.
As evening nears the sun cries tears of blood
For the thirsty children of the dry scorched earth
Scrambling for life giving succor in holes of mud
That once was lakes, filled by songbird's mirth.
And your children cry out in deep despair
As even the mud holes turn to arid dust.
Thirst and hunger are rampant everywhere
As they search for nourishment in your crust.
Flimsy smudges in the dusty sky
Streaking as on high winds they ride,
Slowly forming cotton balls way up high
Abstract shapes that drift and glide.
A silly little wind comes out to play
Frolicking through the red brown sand,
Swirling and twirling every which way
Touching and tickling the dusty land.
Majestic the clouds now swell and grow
Towering monoliths touched with blue.
Shards of lightning flickers back and fro
Distant rumblings, as if right on cue.
Powder puffs of single raindrops fall
Rolling drumbeat in crescendo grow.
Veils of rain a steel gray wall
Thunderstorm a majestic show.
Your children frolic in bubbling streams
Your body transformed into God's garden.
Continent of nightmares and golden dreams,
A rainbow vision of God's merciful pardon.
Wake up O Inhabitants of this Earth
Wake up O, inhabitants of this earth
The darling children of Almighty God
You may be living in any region, country or state
In any land, Buildings, farm house or on a river bank
On hill tops, on plateaus, in plains or in deserts without rains
Or you may be living in the remains of a green valley
On in any of human’s most dear concrete jungle homes
Or may be in the icy Greenland
Wake up O, the inhabitants of this earth
O’ darling children of Almighty God
We are in the process of eliminating
Our four billion years old dwelling venue
In around four hundred years only
The Earth was built and filled by Nature
By the labor and patience of many million years
What great miracles we have done on Earth
In just four hundred years only
We have stolen the God given treasures of Earth
And have destroyed the most precious among the gems
Its peace, quietness and tranquility
Replaced by wars, explosions, noises, unrest and anxiety
And have damaged beyond immediate repairs
The priceless God given shield of Ozone
Which hangs much above the earth in the sky
And has protected us as a Savior like God
But destroyed by humans like
fools destroying its own Paradise
But what humans have done to our most beloved Earth
In the last one hundred years is the real threat
To all the darling children of Mother Nature
Dear to us as Air, Water and Earth
They are in the danger of global warming
Which is the result of the misuse of knowledge
And blindly exploiting the Air and Water and Earth
To meet our never ending needs, luxuries and whims
...to be concluded
Ravindra
Kanpur India 9th December 2009
*Jheels ( A Hindi word means Lakes)
*A singing bird of India like Nightingale
T alk to your children about life’s mystery
H elp them to understand
E xplain it in terms that they relate to; don’t make it confusing or bland
B iology shouldn’t be scary or embarrassing
I t’s simply a fact of life
R efusing to address it when our children are young
D evelops a lesson learned later with strife
S ex shouldn’t be a topic taken too light
A voiding the discussion only adds to the sense
N atural emotions and feelings are wrong
D on’t let your children learn it from others; be open, forthcoming and strong
T each them about the birds and the bees
H earing it from you will help build trust
E ventually they will feel comfortable talking and sharing about their own feelings to us
B abies being made is a beautiful thing
E veryone needs to learn – it’s a must
E ven if it’s a topic we need help discussing
S how your kids you are someone to trust
Rain falling gently to the ground
People standing all around
Wondering what to do to stay dry
Seeing the children asking them, "Why?"
Soon the children start hoping up and down
Splashing and having fun all around
What is it about the rain?
That brings reactions of such range
When do we lose the idea of fun?
And learn when it rains we must run.
So let us take a long look at the young
And run around sticking out our tongues