By: Sultana Raza
So full of grace she walks in beauty
on sun-drenched days simply doing her duty;
trailing white flowers in full bloom
of a lazy spring gone all too soon,
with lustrous petals all Nature's creation,
without any artifice, or Man's manipulation.
Soft, fine sand between her toes sifts
she doesn't choke on deadly seaweed drifts.
She swims in beauty with a curving waist,
untouched, not bloated by toxic waste.
She dances in air that's fresh and pure,
for fumes and poisons she cannot endure.
She soaks in flowers, gets no allergic shock
by pollen, or hay, or pink Holly Hocks.
She faces the sun beating mercilessly
through an ozone hole made carelessly.
She floats in zephyrs with her lovely train,
while she sheds tears of never-ending rain.
She sings of loveliness but will it last?
Is Nature's poetry all in the past?
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