Nature's grieves

A Chapter by Coyote Poetry
" A old story "
Nature's grieves
 
She sat alone on top of Himalayas.Her flowing long blond hair covered her face. Her tears have been raining on Earth since the nuclear bombs were set off by the India/Pakistan war of 2016.  Beginning the deadly rain. Dropping acid rain killing all the agriculture throughout the Earth.
 
Today is the 1st day of 2036and the  Earth has become dark, lonely and a cold place. The land was dying and the hope for the few humans left was becoming less and less with each day. The wind brought the disease and sickness to every corner of the Earth.
 
The once green Earth was black and dirty. Water was polluted and man hunger to destroy Earth was at bay. Death was peace for the lucky and ninety -five per cent of Earth population was dead. Only the young and strong still has the ability to live now. The old ones died first.
 
The radiation was a terrible death and the body rotted from the inside.The hope and dreams of yesterday were forgotten. Now to live another day was a small miracle. The Goddess Nature has retire to the mountain after the battle to save Earth was lost in 2032.She only cries, leaving soft drops of her tears falling everywhere.  She cannot stop.Man has abused and destroyed the beautiful green Earth.
 
Polluted the great seas and killed off the animals who roam the  Earth. She prayed and wished God would help her. The answer was silence and she raises her beautiful face and cries out. Please help the people of the Earth.
 
Satan was pleased. He was wanting for the end and he saw his victory. He sat in Hell waiting for the last of the humans to join him.
 
Mars was resting in Hell. Satan gave him a place to keep a eye on him. Mars tried to sleep but the memories of wars tormented his soul. He watched overbearing nations create wars to test new weapons. Used children to fight wars. He watched slaughtering of innocence people and children. He dreams he was standing in the middle of a battle and boys of 12 years old killing like rabid dogs.
 
 He fell holding a child and cries to God.  Why is this happening? Silence was his answer. He went to hell and rested.
 
A old beat up building with two people sitting by a fire. The woman is sick and the man Jason was young. He looked outside. The rain has fell everyday of his life. The rain was a curse. It had  killed off all the food and drinking water. He couldn't remember a day when it didn't rain. He wished to see the sun once before he died.
 
Jason hold his wife hands. Her labor was difficult and she held her baby.They named her Kelly Alexander.The child look peaceful. His wife was sickly and he knew her time was short. Jason looked to the sky and he asks God. I know you have forgotten us. Please help my wife and give us a chance. He knew they were wasted words he said daily.
 
He never knew his parent. He was raise by Mr. C.  He was one of the few old ones left. Old C. would told them stories of when food was bought in stores and water came out of sinks clean and tasty. Now death was quick. The old dreams of yesterday now didn't mean too much.They were far away.
 
A man with powerful legs and dressed in white and he walked toward the shack.
 He knew he has to knock softly. The world was a terrible place and fear could cause problems. He knocked softly on the door and Jason awoke and ran for his shotgun.  He goes to the door and ask who is there? He looked out and saw a large man dressed in white. The man asked him, could he share the fire? He has food to share and water to drink. Jason knew not to allow stranger in,.but food and water was difficult to get. His baby and wife needed the food. He opened the door
 and he pointed the weapon at the man.
 
The man was clean and dressed in white. He thought he must be a soldier. His shoes were clean. Jason knew only the soldiers has vehicle and food now. The bandits got food on occasion, but they would not share with the poor and sick.
The man smiled and thank him for allowing him in and he offered bags of fruit and potatoes.  The wife got up and took the bags to the kitchen. Jason put the shotgun down, close by. She whispered thank you so much stranger and she offered to cook. He told her she was sick and please rest and I am Okay.
 
 He told her, the fire was what he needed. Jason introduced himself and his wife Angela. He pointed toward the baby. That is Kelly Alexander. The man asked Jason could he hold the child? He was so happy with the food and water. He allowed it.
 
 The man asked Angela to come to him and he touched her face. He reached in his pocket.  Gave her a bottle of medicine and he told her you need to be strong to take care of your child. The man picked up Kelly Alexander and sangs to her.
 
"Your hands and spirit will bring life back to  Earth.
You will be the shining star to awake a new world."
 
He handed the baby back to Angela and he told told Jason.  Walk 50 yards in front of your shack and dig 50 feet. Ensure you protect and cover it. The water will be clean. Jason thought he is a medicine man. He him him Okay. He begins to fear him now.
 
The man stood up and touched the baby face and he whispered..
 
 "You are the hands and spirit of a new day my Angel."
 
 He thanked Jason and he disappeared into the night.

                        Coyote
 





                        Coyote
 
 
 
 
 

Author's Note

A old story coming true today. I would appreciate advice and help always.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Nature's grieves'
Coyote poetry,
This writing is full of hope even though the foundation is in death. I found that my mind kept thinking that as long as someone cares about a solution there is always hope. You mention different images which speak to the love of nature and of a divine being as well. Great contrast. It is wonderful to enter into another's imagination and let go of the present. Yes war is brutal and death is too but in this writing balance is found in beauty.
Lovely work.
Kathy

[Coyote Poetry]

Than you Kathy. I wrote 24 years ago for my daughter.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Coyote, thank you for sharing your personal words as you did it was so real and moving. I wondered and thought that the baby may of been your daughter.
Kathy

[Iris Jayne]

you setting of the future earth creeped me out bigtime. you sure did a great job here of conveying the warning to people that if we don't stop, we might as well have been killing earth for a long while now. the white man in clean clothes reminded me of this story where jesus told some man in his dream that he'll be coming, the next day, a beggar appeard at his door and he didn't let him in because he was expecting someone else. it happened three times, and he didn't let anyone of those poor people come into house. in the end jesus revealed that he was, in fact, those people. the digging thing and the prophecy bit was intriguing. great write. definitely an eye-opener.

[Desert Dreamer]

Amazing story and so sad, too, to be reminded of all the destruction we humans are causing and to know that it continues to get worse. When will it all end? More and more people are becoming aware of what we are doing to the earth, but will we be able to stop the destruction in time to avoid such a bad end to it all? You are a wonderful story teller. Thank you for sharing your story.

[Laura]

I think this was brilliantly written, especially because it has more of a poetic setup than actual chapter, but I think that makes it even better than if it had been written in another way. You sent a powerful message within your words and it was a great read.

[Raven Wilson]

I like the more poetic set up, it greatly enhanced the reading of this piece. It was well developed and to the point, but easy to read without getting bored.

[The Analog Kid]

I consider this poetic prose. Nicely done. Kind of a sci-fi feel to it, although it sends a powerful message. I like how you mixed Mother Nature, mythology, a monotheistic God, and Satan. Really something to think about.

[♥(heatherawesome..]

thisa is really awesome and i love it

[MagiCrystal]

Una vez escrita las palabras.. son como el viento cuando barre con las hojas, A pesar de todo, el tiempo es un tesoro, porque el destino siempre se repite como el aliento de Dios. Muchas veces sentimos el amor.. en nuestra madre tierra.. linda poesia!

[J.Black]

Although a chapter- you've set it up like a poem? Perhaps this was intended, but it does kinda of take away from a nice flow. (Just saying!) I think you did it this way because of it's short sentences, almost poetic like. If you stay with this structure of it being in a poem format- make sure to keep the entire book this way! It would be very odd if you started like this and ended in long paragraphs. I kinda see this as a prologue instead. Some grammatical errors that can be easily fixed with a few apostrophes, as well as indentation on some paragraphs were noted. Your text however, is good. I like the story line and hopefully will continue to read more if you provide more! Well done.

[Kevin]

This was an enjoyable read. The only suggestion I have is to watch your grammar. I saw a lot of places where you didn't add an s to the end of the word. As a reader I find this very distracting, and it interrupts the flow of your work. Other than that it was a very good piece. And if you do review my work please do point out my grammar issues as well, because I know I have them. Keep up the good work. :)

[Kanattas Atir Enomo]

this was a really great read. it was set up more like a poem than a chapter of a novel, but i can see why it is. there were a few grammar errors here and there, but then again, it's pretty rare that you can write something the first time and have it be completely flawless. as for the content, i really liked it. for some reason while i was readin the last part, the entire time, i was thinking, "Holy...Jesus has come at last!" but maybe that's just me. i love the situation you've created and how you've personified mother nature and mars. you did a good job of describing the scene and setting. this piece was also eawsy on the eyes. they didn't have to strain to see every word so that's good. two thumbs up