Nature will never tell (Poem)
Deceptive the sun,
that speaks not of winds in its presence
Or when bright blue skies
forecast not rain, to descend from heavens
Clouds of May, may hide their greys
UV rays, may transcend shades
Direct gaze, may scorn and graze
As nights draw, to fall upon days
Trees grow, until they’re chopped
Breathe although, they lay to rot
Grieve slowly, in unhindered spots
Yet in all their hurt… they still speak not.
Animals converse among themselves,
In beautiful dialects succinct,
By the diversity in which they dwell,
Not a whisper, until extinct.
Nature holds secrets firmly encrusted,
Humans’ torture is to no avail,
For they know the species not to be trusted,
To deaf ears, nature never tells.