Nature's Cry

When the wind simmers across my face...

audaciously reaching to play with my hair,

I observe lilies in the garden,

in semblance of the breeze...

Blushing more than me!

Just then, I know 

It's not all for me

The giant oak tree shading on me,

that I water once in a blue moon,

waits for me everyday to sit underneath

as it flirtatiously descends it's love letters

in the form of dried up leaves,

Sometimes sheds the whole branch angrily

for leaving him alone

for days, without water..

transcending a clear message

"I am thirsty..."

The flock of birds nesting on it,

migrate wherever their wings allow them

reached my balcony one evening

with their beaks oddly open, 

feeding on the biscuit crumbs off the floor...

and hopping on the wooden chairs lying on the side

in an attempt to find impressions of 

their chopped off dwellings

in that piece of furniture...

They often chirp about a forest nearby

I've never seen before!

The wind is afraid to reach to the doors now

cause it smells toxic,

that oak tree looks at us terrified

like a chicken looks at the butcher,

the birds mourning flock

day in day out searching traces of their nests

torn apart...

Indeed, 

God's got the whole world in his hands,

and we crushed it down to our feet..