Nature: A Mother’s Love
We reap your colors
And still, you send us rainbows
Your tears mixed with oil
Sacrifice
I heard you drowned in
Plastic bags and straws so, I
Stopped drinking coffee
Not happily every after
Can’t think of beauty
Without beastly pollution
Nature has no prince
© 2020, Irma Do
IRMA DO (I Do Run, And I do a few other things too . . . ) is a writer, runner, and raiser (of children not plants or animals). She is an avid anti-racist, anti-pollutionist, and anti-antipathist. Her poetry and other writings, can be found on her blog.
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Well said! I especially like “Sacrifice”. Your words show the harsh reality of human impact on Nature. I stopped using straws after seeing the video of the turtle with one up its nose. It’s such a small sacrifice but can have big effects. We can all do better and make such sacrifices. Thank you for sharing these with us. 🙂
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