Mother Nature

Trees sway back and forth,

Flowers still as could be.

Wind blowing, slowly at first,

Then more rapid, until it stops,

Soon coming back to life.

Sirens break the steady rhythm

of birds chirping.

The sun scorches the ground,

Speaking out

to those that stay silent.

Sturdy mountains tumble inside,

When mother nature takes you away.

Reviews

[Kahtia Howard]

Ah, poems about Mother Nature tend to lure me in... I think there's a small misprint in the opening line in case you didn't realize!

[Anna Blackburn]

Thanks! Gosh I hadn't noticed

[Matt Sayer]

And when Mother Nature retrieves her children from their life alone, they once more form the breath in her lungs, the blood in her veins, the skin of her bosom. Her children may only live a fleeting existence, but they will forever nurture their Mother as she breeds life for generations. Very stimulating poem, Anna. Well done! :)