The wind howled, the trees shook;

People screamed with joy,

The heat replaced by

The sudden torrential rain;

While the people rejoiced,

She cried all alone,

The wind howling, the clouds crying,

the uprooted trees, the torn leaves,

She howled with the wind,

She cried with the rain;

Where others saw pleasure and relief,

She saw the broken tradition of Mother Nature;

She looked at the person in front of her,

The tear-stricken cheeks;

When it dawned on her,

She was looking at the mirror,

And she was seeing herself for the very first time;

The power of creation, the power of destruction;

Nurturer and Carer;

How dare they exploit us?

We are Mother Nature.


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