I see a tornado
in the clouds
And a Phoenix
rising from the ashes.

I see the white streak
of painter’s brush
upon a deep blue haven.
I gaze towards the fluff
which might be bunny or a pup.

I wonder who paints these colours
I wonder who makes them shine
Gold, Blue, White
accompanied by Silver bright.

I often listen to hiss of brook
falling from a low cliff.
I hear the woosh of wind
crossing the trees.

I feel the warmth of sun
upon my skin brown
I feel the wetness of snow
on my nose frozen down.

I have been in this world
for two and twenty years
But felt this beautiful Nature
hold me close, like a friend dear

I have seen humans ignore
gifts of Nature; Fear
her wrath and agony
because it will be our pain to bear.