Poems dedicated to Nature

Don't cut forests Woodcutter

There is a beautiful forest of Uganda

full of trees and flowers

with Sun's golden rays,

there are concrete steps

covered by overgrown grass

trampled by adventurers

which is adorning the path.

Trees are really different

from trees of other forests,

they have fairly large and long branches

on their bodies like cedars and firs,

under them, on their thick roots

there are little, fallen branches,

I see that all from afar, beyond my

windows.

High and fat figures of trees

are catching Sun's rays

which are falling on the hard

crust of the ground.

Everything in silence seems okay

but I observe sad look of trees

foreshadowing something fearful

probably, their bodies are being intensely heated by Sun's rays

or maybe, woodcutters are coming

with their frightening saws and axes.

Oh no, they are coming

and I know why,

to deprive the forest of its benefactors

and beauties,

trees which are releasing oxygen

and cooling down temperature of Earth,

it is turn for our forest to be cutten.

50 men came on their carts,

took their axes and saws

to start to cut

but I am going out with a shout:

" where is your conscience?

Are you really going to kill this beauty?"

I can't see any sign of understanding of what I said

on their red faces,

as though they don't have ears

or as though I spoke in incomprehensible language

"Hey infant, leave us as soon as possible!"

they snorted,

unfortunately, forces weren't equal

I sprinted back home

"Mom, call the police": I exclaimed.

She called to the forest incumbent

and he said that

the order to cut the wood

was given by the government.

I was astonished

government gives such orders?

Do they understand that

future generations will live on the earth,

not in another planet? What are we going to reach

by cutting such precious and inimitably beautiful forests?

We are going to just kill our home

in which we enjoy our every day

and breathe.

Words were booming out from my heart,

don't they realise

that we don't live here eternally?

God exists, we will be in front of Him

and will be asked about what we were doing in this life.

I look at their faces

the woodcutters are working with ecstasy,

love, real love to money and

shiny widely open eyes.

About how to help this little wood I think,

pray with fierce drops of sadness.

Yes! I will write a letter to the leader,

In spite of my eyes

weeping bitter tears

depriving me of my vision,

I started writing my letter:

"How do you do, your excellency?

Your woodcutters are working,

they are really loyal to you,

I can say that looking

at how they are working briskly

maybe owing to loyalty

or love for money.

Here, I am sitting on the corner

of my home suffering from what is

happening in front of my eyes.

This is really dreadful

to see how they are happy with

what they are doing,

Your excellency, please hasten

when you are with us,

a lot of things are allowed and fine,

with you we can stop this crime.

I beg you, after all you are gracious

after all, everyone does what you say,

no one can resist your decision,

So please hasten!"

Yes!

I have written my letter

but how to send it?

I am inquiring my mother.

When I showed her my reference

I saw a pity look on her face

cast on mine.

Indeed it was no just pity,

it was admiration mixed with pity,

she observed a feeling

of patriotism in her son

but her next face expression

I noticed it meant

that it was too late.

Now I am sitting and weeping...

After sometime

I fell asleep on the corner

without any comforter for my grief.

I woke up lately

during the twilight,

when the moon was substituting the Sun

with its silverly-bright light.

I looked through my window

and saw only bald hills,

the disappearance of tall trees

was making me think

as if those hills were bald always.

It looked as if there was no grass

although, it was just laying trampled,

unfortunately, as I supposed,

I could see only

stairs, trampled flowers and stumps,

nothing else Who cares?.. Who cares?..

Our home

We were sent here,

to the earth,

as cute creatures

to make our lives and the world

beautiful and prosperous.

Instead, we wholly changed our features

we drained our home

and made exhausted our Mother Nature

with those dark steams.

We are

leaving behind us draughts and floods

for our future generations,

oh, my son

I want everyone to understand

right now what's going on,

You should become a person who can change

the whole world,

time to battle against unfairness.

My son, I don't know

how it is going to be hard

I will be asking in my prayers with tears

to make you that hero who will save and

restore our home

to its beautiful pristine condition.

Maybe it seems like

your father is raving

and telling you unreachable dream

similar to fiction.

No, if God wills,

you can reach any of your dreams,

God always gives us best benisons

when we ask Him with raised hands.

Help your home to get rid of harm

and restore it,

don't believe in the delusion

about irrestorability of our Home-Planet!

My God, relieve our new generation's future

and make our Home more graceful,

this is our Home

our fathers and mothers lived in

in peace with nature.

Beauty of morning

Beautiful morning

coming from North-East

with a shining ball called "the Sun",

It grew bright and red

facing the earth and substituting the moon.

In my imagination

these heavenly bodies are like collection

of balloons of different colours.

So pleasant to see

the Sun throwing its light

onto the scattered trees

on the hill, garden, field,

everywhere.

The grass is sheltered

by shadows of woods

from illuminations

and is swayed in different directions.

Mill is grinding what it should grind

likewise, plants are making hints

about what they are engaging in

what they should be engaged in.

Wouldn't such a beautiful view

have beckoned you?

Beautiful science

The Sun throws its light worldwide,

passes across the vacuum of space

to reach Earth's surface

and to yield light

falls like a golden thread.

The Moon,

moonlight consists of mostly sunlight

(with little earthlight),

reflected from the parts

of the Moon's surface

where the Sun's light strikes.

Moon's light travels on space

as of the sun does.

Moon's light looks peculiar,

it lays on the Earth's surface

with a silver colour.

And hence, our Earth,

our Home, takes benefits

of those astronomical objects.

Nature's perfume

World was going,

the bells of morning were ringing,

the sun and the clear pebbles

of rain were moving across the landscapes,

over prairies and trees,

the mountains and the rivers

like yesterday.

You didn't see

and welcome that beautiful sight of morning nature

because you were

passing your night pissed and locked in your chamber.

Meanwhile, flocks of geese,

high in air, under the bright sun's rays

were heading home again

you still were in depression.

Look at Mary's words

who I am trying to remind about

from whom I learned many things,

at least, you should read one piece

to learn how to get rid of desperate feeling:

"Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and

exciting –

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things."

Criminal

You are splendid today,

look how you are highly exalted,

you are swimming in a pool of money

and fame.

However you forgot

to look at your back,

to see what your deeds are causing,

big scales are brimming with water

like a brimming glass

big scales are dipping into fires,

how on Earth

can you be so proud

after bringing us natural terrible disasters?

Now Mother Nature melded

all of her anger

and trying to avenge for the murder

of trees you cut

and fuels you used.

Who is going to take responsibility

I would ask you, your excellency?

When your richness caused your delusion

and made your eyes blind

you are inducing

humanity's death,

open your eyes.