 The fish swam at ease Letting the ripples pass The grass swayed In pace with the wind Pebbles and rocks, big and small Lounged lazily along the shore The mountains stretched Unmoving, in green hues Above all, the clouds Were pristine white None knew boundaries Except man  Who made divisions Yours, mine, they, us Relentlessly hammering Reducing mountains to buildings Plundering regardless Of the Cicadas’ shrill warnings Maybe nature finds it best To let man be At another While she waits Until they wake up Find balance And return, chastened To her embrace. 
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Shernaz Hunter
25/11/2022 05:45:22 pm
Such a beautiful and serene place. Sad to see excavators demolishing the beauty of nature 😞
Jairam Menon
26/11/2022 06:50:10 am
This is agonizingly beautiful. Aren't there laws to protect the little that still remains? You have put it right: agony with beauty. Not sure of the laws. All I could figure out was the pieces of nature (mountains included) are all privately owned. Many worship nature and respect what have been handed down to them by their forefathers. However, some prefer to let "their" hills be demolished for limestone mining. Leave a Reply. |
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