Daughters of Nature

Take heed O sons of Adam and daughters of Eve

For when we speak it is wise to pay attention.

 

Hear me, the first daughter of Mother Earth,

For I am the wind.

I whisper through the willows, softly swaying

In harmony to the melodic sounds of nature

Offering a gentle, soothing breeze on warm summer nights,

I Cool the sweat from your hot brow.

Anger me and I can become violent, sending gusts so

Strong that you must flee and take shelter;

Tearing down, blowing away, and leveling all

That encounter my path.

 

See me, the second daughter of Mother Earth,

For I am the rain.

I sweetly caress you with fine mists and

Tantilizing waterfalls.

I give you refreshment when you thirst and

Provide nourishment to growing crops

I feed countless oceans, rivers, and lakes

And allow you to play on my sandy beaches

And sail through my salty tears.

Anger me and I can send torrents beating

Down upon your heads, sweeping away all

That man has made and drowning out the

Very essence of life itself

 

Feel me, the third daughter of Mother Earth.

For I am the sun.

I will Provide warmth from the damp cold

And light to push away the fear of darkness.

My golden rays shine brightly, bringing beauty

For all to behold. I make the flora open it's mouth

and sing with brillant colors and magnificant hues.

Anger me and I can bring devastation by sending

Invisible rays of untold destruction. I can set

Ablaze entire forests, bring about drought,

Or scorch the Earth, Suffocating all life.

 

Together we three sisters, wind, rain, and sun,

Are all that sustain you.

Love our mother and you will know prosperity

And plenty.

Abuse our mother and anger us and you will

Suffer our wrath and perish.

We are a powerful force to be reckoned with

And our unforgiving nature will consume you.

Reviews

[bailish]

Your poem reminds me of the religion called Parsi. The people believe in the divinity of the four elements -- earth, wind, fire, and water. When their followers die, they don't bury them, because that would violate the earth. They don't burn them, because that violates the fire and wind. And they don't throw them in the sea, because that would violate the water. Instead, they leave the bodies out to be devoured by scavengers. That way, their bodies are used to provide sustenance for others. Gruesome, maybe, but a rather appealing way of life.

[San Herman Lopez a.k.a...]

"I will Provide warmth from the damp cold

And light to push away the fear of darkness.

My golden rays shine brightly, bringing beauty

For all to behold."

I loved these lines the most... I felt every word.

[Wildecat]

This is a well crafted poem, and you're right we are at the mercy of Mother Nature and her daughters. Well done.

[M. Amphet Salt]

I can see what you trying to do with speaking of the Eco-Global disaster crisis that is admist us. That our techonolgy is, perhaps, destroying all in which we have. Ofcourse, though you do not say it within the prose I am thinking that is where you are drawing your ideas from. Good Write Angie.

[Dani California]

Beautiful! Ah yes, Mother Nature and her daughters. No matter how much technology, how much money, how much power... we are at their mercy.

This is so wonderfully written Ang.... great structure (well thought out); outstanding imagery, and flow.

Nice job!!

I feel like I am watching a play.

I can hear lightning as their voices thunder through the halls. I like plays.

Great form, wonderfully set fundamentals (I have reviewed enough to know you are a wonderful writer who has her core foundations on objective format set).

A very good piece.

[Ralphy]

this is a nice piece Angela...I like the way the poem flows. The breakdown of each sister and what they stand for...although, you realize they are angry right now since there balance is off. eeek...Scary...We are a powerful force to be reckoned with And our unforgiving nature will consume you.
Well like they use to say...it's not nice to fool with mother nature...Nice write

[C.T. Bailey]

This is a beautiful ode to the forces of nature. IT read very well and flowed nicely. Each salutation was poignant while the entire piece was very timely and very now, as we consider the crisis earth is in from global warming. Critically, the only item that seemed out of place in the write was in the last stanza. "....And plenty" seems out of balance with the fluidity of the rest of this well flowing poem.

Beautiful and timely....very well done!
Todd