Mother Nature

I like to think that nature is a woman,
Her face is covered up with beauty,
Different colours make up who she is.
Her voice ,
Tender to my ears,
Songs sang by song birds,
Sipping through my mind as I awake.
Her breast ever resting ,
Well shaped like the mount Everest,
Killing you softly with sips of goodness
Love so narrow
Like the Kilimanjaro.

I like this think nature is a woman,
Embracing her stretch marks,
Streams leading to great cities ,
Cities filled with treasures.
Mean yearn to visit and pirates possess,
Oceans,
Vast like long hands stretched out to hold a broken child,
Nurturing .

I like to think that nature is a woman,
A smile so wide ,
Rivers and lakes flowing .
Laughter that calms your nerves,
Waterfalls that never dry out.

I like to think that nature is a woman,
Her anger ,
Storms that express her grief
But never lasting,
Brief!
Over clouded by her tender heart,
Blue skies and rainbows of love.
Motherly,
Holding us up,
Giving us love ,
Grains frowning ,
Being a shoulder to lean on.

I like to think that nature is a woman,
Forgiving ,
Loving us ,
Even after we break her legs,
Cutting trees
For our own personal benefit,
Why are we so selfish?

I like to think that nature is a woman,
Beautiful,
Well dressed with different shades of melanin,
Perfumed with orchids and roses,
Ever present scents.

A woman yearning to be kept ,
A woman craving for love ,
Striving to be respected,
Calm and collected ,
Her voice sweet enough to be heard.
I like to think that nature is a woman,
Down on her knees ,
Begging us
"Please! Enough of this domestic violence."

Cleona Wangeci