At times,
there’s tranquility,
serenity
of the surroundings
Then comes the strong wind,
call it tornado
or a whirlwind.
Then comes the cyclone,
so strong,
call it hurricane
or a typhoon.
The nature cries,
pouring water from the sky,
permeating the earth,
becoming it less hard,
it flows down
with devastating strength
razing everything on path.
Then comes the heat
making the body sweat
so intense.
Global warming
in experts term,
caused by human
so unconcerned.
(03/03/2009, Manila)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nicely written poem, Noel. Thanks for sharing