Nature's Suffering

At the times when cruelty gains over our tenderness (but then

It never was any strong, ‘tis tenderness, ‘taint like the Big Ben),

However, nature isn’t so timid, cause she’s a mother,

And hates to see her children (that’s the birds, trees and animals) suffer,

She herself rises up and sends some kind of (how can I describe it?),

Strange but accomplishing warrior in a mad frenzy (call it a fit

Of an angry wasp who tries to sting some person

Who may have hurt or whacked it with a turban),

But I ask! But I ask! How does she do it? And on who does,

This warrior accomplish and gain success,

So come let’s see a strange story, of mankind,

Where nature brought people back to their sane, loving minds.

Well, the story begins like this,

In a time where every place was as beautiful as the scenery of Swiss,

But wait! Thee better pay quite good attention,

As it’s sure interesting and knowledgeable from every dimension,

All right, all right, let’s reduce our surroundings’ din,

And without any further delay, let’s begin.

Oh, we all love to watch the clouds,

They make the sky really proud,

With their white and fluffy (should I add adorable?) manes,

Really, they relieve us by pouring on us the cool rains,

Sometimes snow white, sometimes demon dark,

Sometimes they stroll and smile, sometimes they (and lo! see the wonder) race and bark,

But still, they are the most beautiful things in the sky,

Even prettier than the pretty birds that fly,

They steady (and keep it tame) the atmosphere,

And attempt to make our world smoke-clear,

They are part of the water cycle in constant continuation,

And play a major role (but of course!) in precipitation,

They are so cuddly, soft, adorable, fluffy (oh and I forgot! cottony) always,

Except when a portion of their bodies fray,

For that’s when they really, heavily downpour on us,

The dark, scary and intimidating cumulonimbus.

But the water that rains down is always light and cool,

Except when the thunderstorms majestically and magnificently rule,

For that’s when their heavy, wild downpour almost drowns us,

And the next day we find that (no, seriously!) we have too much excess mucus,

But mostly (as you know, very well, from early experience) they are light and drizzle,

And do, do, really do save us from boiling hot summer’s sizzle,

They cool up the soil on which they rain a lot,

Till the bricks placed on them, to the utmost, rot.

But the trees, oh, they’re (really, I should think, always) the best,

Giving millions and millions of things to us humans and the rest,

From giving cool shade and protecting us from the baking sun,

To giving bundles of (inflammable) firewood, to make a bun,

They’re actually the only producers to make food,

And load us up with many kinds of (delicious goods

Until our hands are really, extremely tired

And we have to use a train, that too, hired).

Well, friends, there you have a good description,

Of the setting of my story’s situation,

But as Heraclitus said, only change is constant,

And so truly happened here, when change became rampant,

Everything became different (and will you believe it?),

The quiet, peaceful meadows suddenly transformed,

Into urban roads and smoke and grit,

Pollution in all its might raised its head,

And dirtied our health, peace, and bread,

Until we all bowed down to it and became a slave,

Killing and harming our environment,

Not listening to our sufferers’ cries in every octave,

Can you really believe it? We humans for the first time, sunk so low,

Allowing nature’s enemy to overpower us with its cunning bow!

Things were worsening day by day,

Until nature decided that pollution must not stay.

So, for a minute, she tried to regain her power,

To unleash it on pollution who was by now, as powerful as a concrete tower,

However, to her surprise and shock,

Her power had been kidnapped by cunning pollution and kept under lock!

She was frustrated, and thought for a long while,

Being in the dumps and really wishing to throw pollution over Death’s stile!

At last, a brilliant idea after a long time clicked,

“If pollution is harming my children, then it surely can be mimicked!”

So, she thought and created her own warrior except that it didn’t require (as we need to make a craft) any glue,

Whom we know today by the name of COVID-19, or Corona Virus, or even (to use its proper name) Sars-Cov-2!

Well, what more do I have to say now after this brainwave,

Except that it almost sent pollution to the grave,

And now perhaps we all living beings together,

Will live in harmony from now, forever,

You know, that is my ultimate wish,

That may no more, occur any skirmish,

For every living being has been gifted this life,

By mother nature, which gives them a right to protest on a strife,

Everybody should live, and that too peacefully,

Till the end of the world, and kick out any bully.