Nature Is No Longer Virgin Poem by Obiaeli Ifediirichukwu Victor

Of the ever green of the forest
Of the ever changing blue of the skies
Of the rocky steepness of the hills
Of the ever handy dance of the grasses
Of the mind piercing whisper of the night breeze
All these draw me my knee in reverence
Luring my eyes to lust
Opening my mouth in praise
To mother nature, the one queen

At seeing the darkness of the night sky
Tinted with the glittering stars
And the beauty of the running clouds
Exposed by the moon light
When I feel the whips of the summertime wind
Lashing from behind my neck
Of the luring ups of the hills
And the dreading downs of the valleys
I beat my chest in a sigh
Declaring mother nature a virgout
This I call her because our dealings...
They have borne open her viginity