wind, now soothing against my face
and then harsh against my skin
flowers, now blooming inviting honey bees
and then leaving life, petals dried & dull
the soil, fertile, rich now
and then dry, bringing a drought
butterflies, now sleeping in cocoons
and then flapping those wings in a hurry
mountains, wearing the white sheet of snow
and then naked, letting the rivers to flow
trees, standing in silence patiently
and then swaying to the ruthlessness of the storm
rain, now bringing merriment to lives
and then voilent, turning into floods devastating
waves, bringing passion to the beach
and then showing their rage of tsunami
I wonder, so Curious I am
of the two faces of the mother nature
someone help me understand
be kind to feed my inquisitiveness
which is real and what’s pretending to be real
is it Life – the ultimate truth of our existence
or
is it Death – that holds the key
Nikhil (in response to your prompt to write on ‘Nature’)
Robert C Day (in response to your prompt to write on ‘Curious’)
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