Mother Earth and a Winter’s Snow

Oh, dear babe –

how cold the world is now!

Can you bother yourself to believe

that the sun once shone?

That water dripped from the clouds above?

The ground was a vibrant, lush greenery –

oh, how the dew-laden blades glided across my bare feet!

There was a Summer!

Spring and Fall were not to be forgotten either!

The earth was not as dull and drab as it is now.

And I blame the rotten karma –

Nature’s curse upon us all!

Her disdain for our ignorance has dimmed her once bountiful kingdom;

and now,

forevermore she cries in flakes of iciness.

A bitter abandonment -

a Winter’s season new to come upon us as we know not what to expect.

For what are these tender specks of milky tears

falling down in a death-like frost?

I hear her whisper;

I hear that echo pass along our trail as we travel in search of warmth and sun.

Shivers chance my flesh;

her saddened voice piercing me like this oncoming Winter’s breath –

and I stand in tune,

as if Mother Earth were speaking to of only myself,

and she bellows angrily –

“Tis Snow.”

And this wonder that first brought amazement,

disrupts our survival –

biting at us in an angry rush of harsh atonement for our insensitive obliviousness.

For Nature will not loosen its grip –

and forever are we entrapped

in her little snowglobe.