Poetry 1 min

Dear Mother Nature

Claire Chang

I am in the habit of gazing out my bedroom window

Even if alone, the moon still manages to shine

Craters and rocks on its surface cast dark shadows

Someone I look up to, a beacon of hope in sight

Waxing and waning, the moon goes through phases

Though time is limited, she lives life to the fullest

Through thick and thin she remains unfazed

Returning nightly, her resilience stops life's bullets

Rooted firmly, trees stand their ground

Their branches extend up towards the light

During storms, they don't let out a sound

They stay strong, fight with all their might

Even if changes in seasons cause their leaves to fall

Decomposition returns nutrients to the soil

New green leaves reemerge to spring's call

I admire how trees find peace in turmoil

In the Mojave desert, cacti thrive

Adorned with spiky needles and flowers

They require little water, yet manage to survive

Being resourceful is the cacti's superpower

As the human population continues to grow

Recycling and conservation are essential

To plastic waste, we must learn to say no

Saving our planet requires us to set intentions

From Mother Nature, I derive inspiration

When the wind gently caresses my face

I am reminded of her love, of her adoration

Reassured that as I navigate life's maze

The moon is watching over me, from up high

That, I remember, each night when I stare at the stars

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