NATURE SPEAKS

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    NATURE SPEAKS

    i am made different
    i am raised up strong
    like the march of army ants
    i have been through time
    on knees,as unto the steady rise
    of the morning light
    through the thick undergrowth
    Then i was established
    my habitat was made
    among the others as me
    but perfect like unto none other

    Among the many that are with i
    was i placed with my inhabitants
    then like a shade ,my difference
    from them was kept away
    I thought them but they never learned
    i gave to them ,they had
    but didn't own
    what they learned and owned
    they did to their doom
    what they didn't have was my traits
    that they thought of me as weakness
    the little ,small and simple things they dislike
    but with those am made different

    my thoughts are never considered
    the many procedures replaced.
    The so called powers that remain
    everything changed from ordinary
    complexities abound
    my nature unrecognized
    my strengths do not exist
    i will be left cold and distressed
    but not desolate and weak
    with all that i give ,they are not content
    they couldn't profit
    My poles melt away
    my balances has got to his wits
    my rivers dry out ,my banks overflow with salt and stench
    my bowels hurt for my children fight one another
    my inhabitants have no peace
    because they lack understanding

    Now in anger and shame i cry
    i sit by myself and watch
    in discontentment,the demise
    and gradual destruction of mankind
    and the difference in me

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    graceladymn commented on NATURE SPEAKS

    02-07-2009

    Well written from the perspective of nature Kobby, she will yet arise in strength and beauty once again as love continues to rise.

    kobby

    08/20/2010

    Thanx and it is great to hear such words come from you...you are so Good in writing

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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