Nature Poem by Raj Barath

With robes of forests undressed
We gleam at the earth that’s nude.
Not anyone is depressed,
For their act that’s rude.
Our mother nature has subtle charm
With swarms of men adding hostile harm.
She bears the direst stress,
Throwing in disguise her distress.
She grins in her crevasses,
At men who gorge her glaciers.
She sobs in the rain,
Thereby caring even for those with disdain.
She’s a typical mother of mankind,
Looking at our flaws with eyes blind.
She’s the epitome of tolerance,
Interring within her, her grievance.
She owns the ocean of patience,
To capsize in it all our violence.
She least cares for her health,
While we foray for her wealth.
Let’s not make bad worse,
Let’s not make hurdles in her course.
For her to have a hearty nap,
Let’s deter draining her distilled sap.