Mother Nature

I stand up high upon a peak,

watch natures beauty flourish,

and hear the pleasant bird songs

she is the one who gives us birth..

Nature wakes up from its snooze,

it breasts peak to the sky,

and listen to the bustling of the bees.

I inhale the aroma of nice fresh air,

feel the waft within my hair,

and odour the fragrance of flowers with my nose.

I watch a gentle cold rivulet drift,

leaves that are enthusiastically blown...

                                                                       by the furious whispering wind.                         

The white-winged scoter sings a spring song,

the butterflies’ ballet in the sky,

and the florae bloom and call flying bees to them.

So Beautiful It Has To Catch Your Eye.

By Seth Yuhi Musinga