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Nature's Ways
Slowly, gently, multicolored blooms appear Peppering the air with a sweet fragrance, Ripening buds, on each a dewdrop, a tear In which the sun's rays perform a dance. Nature's way of showing that she can Govern herself without the help of man.
Sunny days now bring about the heat Unveiling her powerful force of re-birth, Moving, with a pulsating yet gentle beat, Man and beast and all else on Earth Ever forward and yet following the call Recorded at the beginning of it all.
And then her vital force begins to weaken Unable to sustain the original pace, Trembling as if by some disease stricken Unsure of its will to complete the race. Maimed, weak, and ravaged by time Nature still retains her dignity sublime.
When the struggle ends and all seems lost, Into the dark realm of death Nature slips; No cry is heard, no counting of the cost, Total silence is all that escapes her lips. Earth, too, doesn't mourn nor does it weep Realizing Nature isn't dead, but just asleep.
Slowly, gently, multicolored blooms appear Peppering the air with a sweet fragrance, .... .................................................................... ............................................................
Empangeni, July 2002.
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