It is for us to nderstand the awesome language of nature. Her biddings come to us in a very diffirent way. Her words are written in the skies while her songs are sang by the birds.

Keeper of mysteries, the universe has in store

From the beginning of time, to all eternity

Clothed with beauty and awesome majesty

In you, God’s omnipotence is manifested

You express your words in a different way

Your whispers come to us among thunders

To announce the downpour of your rains

Your caresses touch us in the gentle breeze

While storms and hurricanes show your anger

Your tears fall into floods cascading

When all is well, and time is jolly

You smile at us in the gleaming sunshine

In the restful evenings, to show your delight

You hang the stars and the serene moonlight

To grant creation with a peaceful respite.

But then, when men, in their foolishness

Strike you, their mother, with such insolence

You shiver in rage that cause earthquakes

Awakens the fury, you’ve hidden beneath

That burst out fire from dormant mountains

And when your anger remains unabated

You stir the oceans and raise the waves,

From there you swing your fatal hands

That sweep the coasts and hinterlands

Leaving nothing but misery behind

T’is for us then to know your language,

To understand your biddings in their subtlety

For while your kindness is to our advantage

Your wrath can scorch the earth’s surface

T’is for man then, to keep you pleased 

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  • Muhammad Sohaib Roomi on Mar 15, 2010

    nice sharing

  • Wilbart26 on Apr 19, 2010

    Very nice, you have a very good skill at writing. It seems you really commit your self in this career, keep it up.

  • S J Dickens on Apr 20, 2010

    Thank You Sohaib9 and Mr Wilson. Hope you will see my other pieces.
    Shalom.

  • Authoress Terry E. Lyle on May 8, 2010

    Wonderfuly written

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