Sometimes I wonder if the wind is a person. I try to ponder on the manner on which the wind speaks or move and I ask if it's trying to give us a lesson. Wow! If the wind was an army they'd be in dozens.

The wind speaks but if it speaks loudly it's either about rain or a disaster. How come this kind of discernment is easy for civilians but complex for pastors. Well, this statement is not worth arguing. I take a gaze at nature and OMG it's intriguing.

I don't know the message nature wants give us but one thing I know is that it always gives us a sense of humour. And since I know healing can be found in nature, there'd surely be a cure for tumours.
The rising of the sun, the refreshing dew from heaven and the chorus from the birds is what revitalises us to rejoice and be glad in the day that has been made.

My only hope is the admiration of nature from the eyes of men never fades. My prayer is men do not turn nature into hades. For she revitalises our soul and spirits. I bless the most high all these beautiful and glorious admiration was created with the help of his spirit.

The admiration of how animals survive in the jungle to fend for themselves. The beauty of female animals showing care to their kids in amazement rather than themselves. Nature provides us with the necessities of life we abuse today. The necessities for survival has been reversed to the threat of suicide today.

Nature whispers to us slowly and calmly but we fail to listen. The only thing we pay attention to is any material that glistens. Nature sobs with the whisper of sorrow. Due to our inability to discern we rob salt on the wound of nature to intensify her sorrow.

Sigh! We borrow from nature to put her in sorrow. We have injured her and her chances of surviving is minimal. Let us hear her whispers to save her, ourselves and our animals





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