THE NATURE SPEAKS

Clouded atmosphere, clinging to it feet,
Up the mountain grounding from it rocking path,
The rumbling sound of the decending tiny warriors,
Hmmm!!! They are the fallen angel.

Warning to those who can hear it,
The road cries for those who could see it,
The wind announcing for those who still walks slowly,
Thunder clapping and shouting to give a clear vision.

No wonder when adult talks,
It seems they know it all,
We fail to realise that the nature speaks.

The nice white man, suddenly get angry
Ready to unleash , then we realise,
The nature is talking to you and i.