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Time for Nature


The Lady Nature, clothed in blue silk,

Held the thread in her hands,

Weaving it into a giant web,

Life brimming from its strands.


She marveled at her handiwork

And promptly named it, ‘The Earth’,

It held myriads of wonderful beings

And the cycles of their death and birth.


And as Earth began to grow,

Her fibre radiant and strong,

The lives she bore evolved,

Fashioning a chain ever so long.


Plants, animals, insects, and birds,

Links to the ever long chain,

Holding and also held by it,

Helping the thread sustain.


Yet, as time went by,

Rust came creeping in,

Pollution, depletion, deforestation,

Abrading the Earth’s skin.


The chain grew weaker and weaker,

As the wings of rust unfurled,

Plants, animals, insects, and birds,

Vanished from the world.


The Earth lost its glory 

And Nature began to wane;

Humans, once her treasured creations,

Had now become her bane.


The songs of the birds drowned;

The air torn by loud noises,

They faded from existence

And the world forgot their voices.


The radiance of the stars,

Lay obscured by man-made light

Fireflies, beetles and lightning bugs,

Have disappeared from sight.


Furious, she unleashed upon them,

Disasters, diseases, and death

The ones who disrupted the web,

Now suffer with each breath.


Humans should realize and repent,

The sins they have committed;

To restore the Earth’s glory,

They must now stand united.


Slowly, the chain would be mended

And stronger it will become;

When humans strive to preserve her,

The Time for Nature will come!

-Pavithra Seshadri


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