Oh nature,my dearest companion;
Ever magical,ever charming.
Thou undesputable imposer of fate.
Thy manifestation is unequestionable
and thy benevolence is unequalled.
Thou who hath caused the sun to rise in the East
and set in the West.
Thy sun caresses my ebony skin by day
and thy moonlight shows direction to my gentle Iris in the dark.
Nothing compares to thy artistic prowess demonstrated in creation.
The fish of the sea,the fowl of the air,the beast in the field and the
creeping creatures are the beautiful works of thy hand.
"Thou who hath plant gardens in the earth filled with orchard of
promegranates bearing forth pleasant fruits, spikenard and
saffron; calamus and cinnamon,trees of frankincense;
myrrh and aloes,with all the chief spices".
Thou who hath made the elephant mightiest of all the
forest fauna, the Lion king of the jungle, the blue whale, lord of the
oceans and Man, the supremo generale.
How perfect is the works of thy hand.
Oh nature, my dearest nature.
Thou master planner of ages.
Even before the mountains were brought forth; forever thou hath been in existence.
Thy beautiful, kind, loving countenance thou hath shown unto mankind from time immemorial.
The singing birds in the air, the roaring beasts in the field,
The horandious calling voice of the frogs at night, the age old drum beats of the Apes;
All attest to thy flare for music, Irresistible rhythm they are in our hearing.
Oh nature, my bossom friend.
Weep no more for the exit of thy both parent; gone they have to the great beyond.
At last,freed from the wages of Adamic sin.
Alas, for every fallen star; a new star is born.
So, weep no more child for man; thy most prized work of creation hath rebelled
against thee by his highly destructive influence.
The madness called "Industrialization" hath eaten deep into his bone marrow.
Who's got the remedy?
Everybody claims to be the 'Messaiah' but only time will tell who is telling the truth,
For we all stoop to conquer.
By SANTA BOLERO
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