Nature's pedant, friendly foe
Time's tide - must you
In winter wind the earth
Dampen the fields and frighten the creatures
Must you wail in storms and darken the skies?
Must you force the trees dance atilogu?
Must to your calls antique mountains echo?
And clap clap the rain in crescendo
Pedant of ageless nature
Must you in summer scotch?
Dry the moor and make earth barren
Must your servants encroach on us?
Have you no pity? You brute!
A little rain can't kill us
This heat, is it vendetta?
Your solder, the sun, can he not die?
Nature's pedant, rude companion, must you?
Remind man of reckoning
Summer, winter, autumn, harmattan,
your poor thankless hands
Must you erode the earth in myriads
of meandering tributaries
Take your winter and your summer
Your wretched servants all
Would it fall the heavens?
Or send mother earth extinct?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like each season. Glad you chose to write such a poem. Loved the "winter wind" and "summer scotch"
Yeah! was written on winter too. the rain was literarily heavy and I felt inspired.