#savenature
What if one day the time froze
What if one day a disaster arose
What if one day the ground splits
What if one day the air hits
What if everyday is a sleepless night
What if one day everybody just fights
What if one day there is a war
What if one day there is no Earth Furthermore
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 5:27 AM UTC
Dancing daisies
Dazzling bright
Buds and flowers, what a sight
Being in nature, a true delight
Lively landscapes and wild waterfalls
Soft breezes and fresh air
Animals and plants, the perfect pair
Making Earth an eden thereafter
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 12:21 PM UTC
Please, have mercy!
You are all my children,
Whom I've given birth to and nourished
Until you were strong enough to hurt me,
And even after that,
Because I still love you
Even though you've forgotten me.
Please, have mercy!
I promise to keep caring for you,
And I promise to be there for you,
And I promise to suffice all of your needs,
But please, don't mistreat me,
Don't mistreat your mother,
Don't pollute her water,
Don't pollute her air,
Don't pollute her roads,
Don't cut her forests,
Don't **** her animals,
Don't sterilize her earth,
Don't mute her song,
Don't do to her what she's never done to you.
I'm your mother,
And I ask for forgiveness
If I've ever hurt you,
But please, my dear children,
Have mercy on me!
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 6:59 PM UTC
*There was an Oak tree in Kampala,
Whose leaves were always blossomed in color;
and its life was dumped to the dogs
When they cut it down for timber and logs
That ornamental Oak tree in Kampala.*
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
**Of what purpose are wings to a caged bird?
Of what use is the light of dawn when her voice is hardly heard
and albeit sweet, alone she can't make the dawn a chorus?
of what use are her claws without moist and wormy soils to scratch
what's the point of waking early with no worms to catch?
of what use are her eyes when she can't watch
the big blue sky, of what use are thick canopies where she won't nest?
why does she sing? Is it a melody, is it a dirge?
Does she need a cage mate with whom she's forced to merge
while her bone and blood mate wanders somewhere in search
of the one who left him before their first eggs could hatch?
Of what help is, to a caged bird, a friend?
Is it just to share the agony that won't end
or help hurtfully peck the little bars that won't bend?
To a caged bird of what purpose are feathers,
one that suffers a cold heart courtesy of iron tethers?
why should she be warm when she misses comfort of her home
the comfort of intricately weaved grass and loving family
the warmth radiated when living with her own species happily?
Does a caged bird need loyalty when there are bars to enforce,
those charmingly curved to ensure her freedom's loss?
Tell me...
Of what purpose are wings to a caged bird?**
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
**I peer at the world
And all I see is
possible impossibilities
fictional realities
counterfeit originality
impotent functionality
locomotive staticity,
and rigid elasticity
beside Beastie humanity...**
*I look at the world
and all there's
are peaceful wars
Less Mores
widely locked doors
criminal laws
a stinking rose
and fragrant "choos"
I look at the world
and sadly I see all those...
I even see stepped on toes
on sand-less shores...*
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 7:35 AM UTC
*was here before us...
How
shall
we
leave it,
better
or
worse?*
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 4:41 AM UTC
*A world we found naturally beautiful and green
We've painted a variety of taunting colours
So that its bloated with colors to the brim
And there's barely any green to see, alas!
We found the world ****** raw and pure
Peacefully enjoying and willing to share
***** and infected her with ails we can't cure
And in return world stopped to care
Now we fight each other everyday that goes by
We build neat roads and she sends quakes
To reveal truth hidden beneath the roofs of our lies
She kills the flowers of our hypocrisy by storms and by flakes
We exist at crossroads and all we do is feign remorse
We nail the world, only to find ourselves on that very cross*
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC
*"Snail was right here"
**** said creating much fear
In the little dear*
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
*Brightly basking but
Bothering big beautiful
Buzzing bumble bees*
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 6:10 AM UTC
*At some point wanted
To raise a white Flag 'cause
She was much haunted*
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC
*The red Bird who saw
Snail by the muddy floor
flew at the cock's crow*
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
*Walked on the mud
Her reputation marred
Evading the bird*
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
*The once healthy tree
Withered with the scarcity
Time help wasn't free*
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC