Mother Nature Poem by Hafsat Yunus Ilham

Mother nature,
mother exquisite.
The first object of attachment.
Nurturing in a way seemingly omnipotent.
Beneath the clouds her resident.

Like a mother, with all
the sleepless nights and sacrifices
even more, we never gets detached,
not at any point of the race.
she gives and gives.

Recreating herself out of our
modern chaos, she gives and gives.
Quenching our thirst from her crystal nectar
and satisfying our hunger from
her ever- green fragments, she gives and gives.

even when all we do is take and abuse,
she gives and gives.
the sun was about to set when I feel
the requisite to take a quite walk with nature,
appreciating all she is doing!