NATURE Poem: Nature’s Gift, by Qudus Ishola

Work calls and your anxiety peaks;
No worries, life will move on soon.
Give your body some rest,
My friend,
For life will go on,
With or without you.

You vouch for tomorrow
And mouth prayers for grains of fortune
The river takes
To the mouth of the sea;
Vouch and mouth,
For these are nature’s proof.

You toil for ends
On an empty stomach;
Thunder growls
In the depth of your soul.
Your body is hungry for salve —
Please feed from nature’s fruits.

Clear bullets of water
Pelt the earth;
Sustenance rises, slowly but surely,
In defiance
Of our time and space.
Nature’s fruits are for the living.

Life’s subtle truth is said
In roars;
So listen to the crashing
Of the waves.
There you hear tales from the deep,
There you see life
Being given and taken.

Life presents paths
To prosper;
Only those who dare
Enjoy the loot.
Worry less about tomorrow and live;
Live a little
Before your youth is taken.

Knock, knock,
And say the pass code:
“Kindness to nature,”
That’s the code of life.
Nature gifts from what we have sown—
You exist as part of a grand plan