Lulling fragrance of flowers wafted about and sang a lullaby
Sunshine on the leaves collected like pools of honey
Tiny new leaves of the rose bushes the color of raspberry
Pale withering flowers neighboring the magenta roses in their full glory
A pond in the far distance gurgled with life, with lotuses unearthly
Snow-colored swans with half-hearted necks calling out their other halves lovingly
Livid blue sky sprawling with large piles of cotton-like clouds above me
O Dear Nature! I lay, on the tiny tickling teasing grass blades, devouring thee!!
I have this question for thee O tree! How much is the fee?
For your paper and fruits; for your leaves and roots
Home for birds and shade for all; we don’t want you end in the mall!
Black, White or Brown; African, American or Indian,
We are alike: just Flesh, Blood, Bones and Water
We are alike: Color, Race, Borders, how do they matter
This world is not just land and sea;
Everything is nothing without you and me!
That smell reached my nose
I can never miss it
No shower, no tap, no pipe, no hose
Can replace it
The sky wears black
Crying? Or laughing out Loud?
I sit here, paintbrush in hand
Gazing upon this wonderful land
Tears begin to drop down
How much I love thee, Oh rain!
That light spray of rain on the tips of the buds and leaves
Rain stops, I’m still here stuck with the spectacle it leaves
I rise to the cloud
I make the rain;
I feed the ground
I grant the grain!
I can’t be contained, can’t be controlled, I am the Ocean
Free and wild;
A sight by the Sun, A song by the moon
Always a joy to behold!
| About the author |
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| Shailey Bellamkonda, 16, is a voracious reader and loves playing piano. Her poetry and fiction got published in multiple anthologies and magazines. She also won international honors likes of Scott Fitzgerald International Museum Literary Award and The Himalayan Writing Retreat. |