Jonah’s Tree 2

Jonah of old to Nineveh went,
And when his mission did end,
He sat in the heat of the sun
His head got burnt and scorched
But the Lord with His mercies full,
Gave Jonah a tree for shade.

The tree gave him back his life,
When his neck was bent,
His throat badly parched,
He was refreshed,
His spirit revived.

The Lord then sent a worm
Which did eat the tree,
Which did then kill the tree
And Jonah got upset,
But the tree remained lifeless.

You are a tree,
The worm is near,
The worm must come,
To bring you back home,
To rest your body in soil,
The soil from which you came.

What will you do before then?
Dear tree, will you shelter?
Will you restore a dying man?
The master made you for shelter
Shade a Jonah with your lovely leaves.
And be ready for the worm is near.

It Could Kill You.

Nature is a love,
Vulnerable yet true,
Delicate like rose petals,
Rare like the sighting of a bat at daytime,
Or the night jar at at day break.

Nature is the brilliance of sunrise,
The magnificence of sunset,
It’s the gentle breeze on a hot summer,
And tender grass under a toddler’s tiny feet.

It’s the lover’s love –
One he sought for years,
Till one day it showed up,
Much like an eclipse –
It was there, it was true,
It was beautiful then did fade.

Nature is the angry tide,
That broke the sandy castle,
Ran down with wicked waves,
It’s the fault line lakes which broke banks,
Submerged the villagers’ villages,
Took their territories.

It’s a dreadful tsunami,
Which packs up homes, lives, cities,
Leaving an indelible mark,
As that of a wildfire,
Though it brought up good shoots,
For the gazelles to graze,
Still killed the slow serpents,
And beasts that couldn’t escape.

So nature is a love,
That burned, drowned,
Yet also warmed, and gave life,
And it will kill you,
If it so pleases.

05.2020