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Whispering Nature
Her whispers flows
by the birds sounds,
and the crickets,
is shunned,
we seek her favour,
but do we listen to her
cries?
Nevertheless she never pours out,
we ought to help her,
She waits for our change of mind,
slowly,patiently,painfully,
yet our response is never seen.
She now sees her children dying,
but is helpless,
for she is losing her leaves,
dried and withering.
Her goodness which is mis-taken
is now a raging demon.
With different forms,she seeks
her revenge,
for she has adapted to us—
more than we did with her.
#WhisperingNature
© Chinmayee R
by the birds sounds,
and the crickets,
is shunned,
we seek her favour,
but do we listen to her
cries?
Nevertheless she never pours out,
we ought to help her,
She waits for our change of mind,
slowly,patiently,painfully,
yet our response is never seen.
She now sees her children dying,
but is helpless,
for she is losing her leaves,
dried and withering.
Her goodness which is mis-taken
is now a raging demon.
With different forms,she seeks
her revenge,
for she has adapted to us—
more than we did with her.
#WhisperingNature
© Chinmayee R
