Nature’s Moral Stories II


Mountains are reserved not quiet:

To many things, they are witnesses–

What can we say?

How dare the clouds,

Those stalkers complain.

Hills are timid buddies of valleys:

Both inferior, unable to touch the sky:

Convinced height is pure glory–

Tell that to the fire ants

Hiking angrily.

Rivers, rivers, rivers,

Flowing rivers,

Relentless rivers:

Unfazed, unwavering, unstoppable

Riveting rivers.

Seas must be women:

Unpredictable, unfathomable, uncertain

Mysterious, mischievous-

Shores must have a great thing

For flake.

Just so one knows, these are honoraries of space.

Nature’s Moral Stories


Spring, summer,

Autumn nick fall, and winter:

Life is a circle shaped by time.

Should failure in timing

Be marked as a reckless crime?

Trees are olympians:

Endurance, check.

Resilience, check.

Grounded; well rooted,


Plants and trees:

The way to life is purpose;

The way to humanity is generosity.

Free air, free shade, free prayer–

Free is timeless.

Leaves of green:

Simplicity is an effortless beauty.

Leaves of red, gold, and tangerine:

Grace and art of death–

They’re into it.

Winds are invincible dancers.