Nature Nurtures

Nature Survival Game




The Ocean Hand

Ocean Hand

The wind hauled

Picking up a piece of sea

And dropping it to shore

Where it belonged you see

She shut her eyes

Sealing herself from the world

But the droplets

Were firm in their resolve

And soft in their stroke

Gently caressing

Her sunburned cheeks

Attending to burns

Deeper than the skin

Trickling slowly

Into those finely folded wrinkles

Not earned by time

But pierced there

By centuries of torture

Splashing her hair back

They revealed her extinguished eyes

Which once burned with dreams

Ever so fierce

But now lie

Untouched and despised

The sea salt felt

Like a touch of love

Isn’t that nature

She finally inhaled

The majestic tides

Mighty yet docile



How much light does it take to light up the entire night sky



A river,

That flows with passion and purpose

Meanders slowly

Around a rock – glowing purple

A hue deeper than itself


Polished, shiny, new


Inspiring children’s awe

The water pauses,

Sending ripples

In circular directions

Gently and soothingly

Spreading the moonlight

In elegant ballet-like actions

One day, an array of 1 million candles it accepts

Way more than it can handle

Sacrificing, smilingly

Its once clean, untouched surface

Now drinking

 And drenching In dripping wax


Sins scorching away

Compassion at bay,

On the darkest moonless night

Allowing 1 million fingers to intertwine

To seek victory of light


Souls that had lost their way

Under a Poppy Field


Stars start to fade away,

The moon is half

The sky is black

The majestic Atlantic roars

In the distance as the waves dance

Fierce, mighty, loud and massive

Foretelling  a storm on its way

Warning the world to stay in today.

Couples cuddle in bed,

Elderly snore, reliving their forgotten past,

Children dream of dolls, toy cars and yummy treats

A spell has been cast over this city


Everyone sleeps in bountiful peace

A perfect night to cherish the bed,

And bask in the warmth by a balmy hearth

He rises from bed staring at the silent street

The spectacle begins yet once more.

People cheering, families smiling

T’was a celebration of a welcome back

He felt lost in his own home town,

Lonely among the obnoxiously excited crowd

He looks around anxiously

For his childhood friend Jake,

Only knowing too well he won’t be coming back

Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever

He too lies in a deep, eternal sleep

Tucked safely under a poppy field,

A Pumpkin’s Tale

Find a little kid to share a snuggle with, get yourself some pumpkin pie and read this to them. They will love you forever, or at least a very long time until they become teenagers. If there is no kid around, read this tale of a jack-o-lantern to yourself, and the child within you will be revived and excited just in time for Halloween!  


Walking through an eerie forest trail,

I heard a soft whimper from beneath.

I knelt down to see what the poor thing was by my feet.

Buried under freshly fallen red leaves

sat the most orange, roundest and plumpest pumpkin I’ve ever seen!

It’s eyes were perfect triangles, my teacher would give them the highest grade,

a fair little nose above a tiny stretch of squiggles – its mouth was so finely made.

“Oh little pumpkin, why do you cry?”

“you are so beautiful, tears don’t suit your eyes.” I whispered.

After sobbing a little more, the sad pumpkin finally looked up.

“Surely I am a cutie pie, but I am so lonely I can’t lie!” he replied.

“All my friends are gone, they all have warm cozy homes, and here I am in a forest where nobody roams!.”

He looked down and shuddered and then began to sob even louder and louder.

“Aww my friend don’t you worry, I think I have a solution, but lets hurry.” I said softly.

“Oh what is it?”, he looked at me shockedly

“Why don’t you come home with me?

We can live together as a happy family!” I smiled,

“Are you sure?” he said,

“you are the first person who has ever asked, and I have been here for quiet a long while!”.

“Of course, you silly.” I replied.

“Let’s get going before it becomes dark at night.”

And so I brought a joyful little pumpkin home,

He is so happy to be here, and has never again felt alone!

The Evening Blues

sad evening

Wish i could enjoy evenings more.

When darkness creeps into the air and seeps in through my skin

Numbing my every fiber, cloaking the pain it causes.

When glistening green leaves loose their luster and time pauses- as they tell tales of loss and loneliness.

When lakes of sapphire start weeping into a storm, and the once serene waves now scream and yelp!

When prayers become desperate calls for help, and you look hard for a beacon of hope, but don’t see the rope that can

pull you ashore.

This is why I really wish I could enjoy evenings more

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