So full of grace
she walks in beauty
on sun-drenched days
simply doing her duty
trailing white flowers
in full bloom
of a lazy spring
gone all too soon
with lustrous petals
all Nature’s creation
without any artifice
or Man’s manipulation
Soft, fine sand
between her toes sifts
doesn’t choke on
deadly seaweed drifts
she swims in beauty
with a curving waist
untouched, unbloated
by toxic waste
she dances in air
that’s fresh and pure
for fumes and poisons
she cannot endure
she soaks in beauty
with no allergic shock
by pollen, hay
or pink Holly Hocks
she faces the sun
beating down mercilessly
through an ozone hole
made so carelessly
she floats in beauty
with her lovely train
while she sheds tears
of never-ending rain
she sings of beauty
but will it last;
is Nature’s poetry
all in the past?
Sultana Raza
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