Poems I Call My Own

Human+ Nature

One, one little nature's creation
Of diversity, of shades blending in eternal
Of white, of black, of all colours amid
The Mystery, the Unknown, the Wonder
She walks, out in the night
Cold, heart beating; naked, in a dress.
With exhilaration, with trepidation, she goes
A lantern in hand, burning and flickering.
'Tis a cold summer night, breeze howling.
The Queen of the Night, out, with half her face,
In the dark, star dotted sky.
One curious thing, walk on, down the lonely road
She springs, she struts, she staggers, but on her way.
She rounds a bend of the path, lost to sight.
One may ponder of the Mystery
But enquire not of her state, her destination.
What if the wind blows out her lantern?
She has got half the moon.
What if she lost her way?
She has the stars to guide.
You must not fret, for she is nature's progeny.
What Mother Nature produce, she will nurture.
When the night sleeps and the sun arise,
You will find her footmarks on the path.
Some chaotic,unordered, but in an order of facing forth.