Nature’s Child

2.1.2020

                                          You may have seen me leaning on its trunk,

Tangled in its arm-like roots,

Arms held aloft, and folded.

I am the Banyan’s child, born again.

You may have heard me late at night,

Pulling lightning across the sky,

Thunder in hot pursuit.

I am the Rain’s child, born again.

You may have felt me where the mud road curves,

Forming the texture of its leaves and bark,

Shimmering in the whites of its petals.

I am the Nona’s child, born again.

You may have covered your eyes at my arrival,

I, who scorches and gives life too,

Tossing its rays on the ground below.

I am the Sun’s child, born again.

You may have seen me on its branches,

Its sweet juice mingling with my hair,

While intoxicated creatures lie at its feet.

I am the Marula’s child, born again.

You may have heard me in the wind,

Frolicking with both life and death,

Rustling leaves as I go.

I am the Air’s child, born again.

You may have felt me under your feet,

Forming the mist drops on the grass,

Resting, as grains of sand.

I am Nature’s child, born again.