Nature Nature glowing bright,
taking earth to glorious height.
Enamoured with your awful symmetry,
divine products from natural factory.
You are the creator, you are the preserver.
But you can take guise of destroyer.
When you are abused like a step mother,
and your heart, we shatter.
Global warming has destroyed your beauty,
and we are not stopping to do our duty.
Never mind our blunder,
because ultimately we surrender.
Still we get your grace,
and your lap becomes our solace.
Take me into your fold o' mother,
I will sleep in your lap forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mother's lap is like heaven, good write, thanks. You are invited to read my poems.