Murdering mother nature | A poem

the air is whiffing with flowers,the gusts of wind shakethe trees blooming for the skiesand showering gardens inpink and white and yellow petals,starlings and warblesand robins are singing too,and bees awaken to sacrifice themselvesfor the nectar blessing our tongues.there is rebirth, rejoice,renewal, resurrection amidst the havoc.we are slowly but surelymurdering Mother Nature,yet here she is, … Continue reading Murdering mother nature | A poem