Nature’s Guard

The ocean spits regrets,
so faint no one could hear,
a coast with so much depth,
absorbing salty tears.

Gray clouds cry and lament,
sadness writes on the sand.
Cold raindrops represent,
emotions hearts have banned

Swim across the waters,
migrating towards luck,
blessing every quarter,
where harmful lightning struck.

Form a revolution
lead by golden sunshine,
swords made of rose bushes,
armies of butterflies.

Greeting a brighter dawn,
impure acts laid to rest,
conquest lines that are drawn,
fighting for every breath.

Nature does her duty,
pollution is refrained.
Earth aims to save her beauty,
though time will not remain.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy