Poetic Earth

Mother Nature

An elder once asked me—
Who is your hero?
Who is your idol?

Mother Nature.
I replied quietly.

Silly child, that is not a hero,
Nor an idol—

To me,
she is more.

She will show you love.
To conceive—
And birth.
To fight and feed—
Survive and to feel.

She can nurture you,
And she can break you.
She is the calm tide
And the raging sea.
The fertile soil
And the cracking drought.

She does not choose sides—
She teaches balance.
To give, and to take.
To bloom, and to decay.

So yes—
She is no hero.
She is the lesson itself.

Poem by me, Rebeka Wilson

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