By Maya Green
It’s only in the quietude,
That I could catch, a glimpse of your quiff;
So I thought — my Nature beloved.
For Nature is poetry, in physical form,
So don’t mess up, with the rainforests;
Leave her alone — unmolested.
Pray and await, for the new dawn,
When Man and Nature will finally live;
In fine balance, and — in full harmony.
The jungle matters, and so does the music,
The melody and sounds, of the rainforests;
Of the melancholic Sape’ — the jungle lute.
Being a human, means to experience,
The miracle of being, in the physical form;
In all it’s beautiful — an amazing dimension.
This physical mantle, is a mask you’d wear,
To help you to realise, your true self;
But yet, many think that — they’re the mask.
Dateline:
11.22 PM
March 2, 2023
Tg Batu, Bintulu
