Out here in the freezing cold
In a place known for being hot
I wonder why the weather’s so cranky
Monsoon showers in December
I wonder why man is so stupid
Unmindful of nature’s warning signs
Going about his work uncaring
About seasons changing and upturning
I sense an uneasy calm
Nature working up its anger
We’ll just stand by and watch
Helpless…puny weaklings
Civilizations have vanished
Cities have perished
It’s just the way it’s always been
A full circle.
Nature’s ways
M V J Simon 2010
With words I sow
Scattering them around with wild abandon
Fodder for birds
Food for thought
Ideas of delight
In fertile minds, they sprout
And germinate
Out of dry barren earth
And stone hard hearts
A shoot of green emerges
Cracking up the terrain
With explosive creative force
This tiny little nut
Frail and weak little seed
From where this life force?
Is it the dew drop that soaked?
Or sun-rays that warmed?
Or is it the soil fertile and moist?
Or is it just the way it is
That life happens. No matter what.
MVJ Simon 2010
