NATURE.

In the morning, as the sun rises majestically above the horizon, as its rays boldly pierce the mist; your mysteries are revealed, as the darkness flees; your beauty is unveiled. What a glorious day!

I am eager; what are you going to show me today? What are you going to teach me? Here I am, take my hand and lead me where you will, but please, do not bite me, do not hurt me; keep me safe from your teeth, your claws, your thorns, your horns…

Nature, a true friend, you are. When the loneliness hovers over me, as a dark cloud, I hear you whisper; calling my name. With my little strength, I run to you. There in your arms, as your rays comfort me, with a wind, you surround me with love. I hear the birds sing; I watch the trees dance, and I am reminded that I am not alone.

You know my past, my dreams, my thoughts; all my secrets! But, I am not anxious, you have proven your loyalty; you have not talked behind my back, no, not a single word, and now, I trust you. But you keep reminding me; you keep warning me, not to trust them. You say they are wolves in sheep clothing. They come to me smiling and innocent but deep down, all they want is to crush my throat, to lick my bones; all they want is to devour me. Let me heed your warning; when they smile at me, I will not smile back, I will keep my ears unclogged and my eyes wide open; I will be on my guard.

I have held it in for so long, and now, it is burning me. I am seeking an ear, I want to let it all out; I want to lay down this burden, but, they are too busy; not a minute to spare. Let me keep looking, I will not give up.

Finally! Here is someone, let us sit down; let me speak up, but wait! What will they think? What will they say? Let me take the risk…

I thought my wound would be healed but it has only been cut deeper, they do not understand; all they do is judge. Let me run to you, into your arms that are ever open. Here, I do not utter a word, yet you understand, and with a wind, you wipe away my tears. Here in the silence, as the wind whistles, as the trees creak, a thousand words; a thousand words of hope and love are spoken into my heart.

As I marvel at the vastness of the oceans, the expanse of the lands, the heights of the mountains, the depths of the valleys, the beauty of the clouds; as I marvel at the strength of the wind, the roar of the waterfalls, the bravery of the lion, the resolve of the ants, the will of the antelopes; as I marvel at the mysteries of the jungle…I see visions, they flash before my eyes; clear as day.

I see the mountains move, I see the seas part, I see the rivers cutting through rocks; I look up at the sky, and no, it is not the limit; I can see the stars; clear as night.

You have taught me how to be brave; how to fight. “Nothing worth having, comes easy,” you say. Let me keep running; I will keep running in the heat, in the cold and in the storms; I will not stop. With each blow I receive; I become stronger, with each fall; I rise. I will keep rowing through the waves. I will keep going; up the mountains and in the valleys, I will not stop until what I desire is in my claws, until, it is in; between my jaws. With each drop of blood lost; with each scar, I know I am getting closer.

But when the heat becomes too much for me to bear; I am panting, I am sweating and I am thirsty, with your spring; you quench my thirst and you refresh me. When the winds are too strong for me to carry on; I am being tossed about as a feather; about to fall, you provide a shoulder for me to lean on. As I rest in your shade, staring at the green, I take a deep breath and I am filled with the strength to carry on.

I am looking around and I am seeing: countless worries, so many regrets, overwhelming sorrows, inexplicable fears…so much pain! I hear you thunder and your lightning is flashing before my eyes, but, I will not run; let me stand. As the tears flow, with the rain, you will wash away all the regrets, sorrows, worries, fears…all the pain, giving us a new start; another chance. I take a deep breath and my heart is filled with hope.

I thought I knew all that love is, but my heart has been empty until you showed me what true love is. I look up, at the sky, and I see them in twos; sometimes in fours, flying out of the sunrise and into the sunset. Nothing can separate them: not the heat, not the wind, not even the harshest of storms. I cannot wait for the day I will take off with my own and we will fly high in our love.

Family, “It is all that you have got out here in this wilderness,” you say. I watch you walk, run, play, hunt, eat, fight together…and the unity warms my heart each time. I try to mirror, but it is not all rosy. Sometimes we fight each other, other times we want to run away from each other, but you tell me not to give up; not to let go, “Out here, two is better than one,” you say. Let me hold on, I will not let go.

I hear Him calling; calling my name, and without hesitation, I run to you. There in the secret place; in the silence; on the sacred grounds, I get on my knees and I pray for forgiveness, “Father, forgive me for my sins…” I then sit as still and as quiet as the trees around me, awaiting His instructions. Shortly afterwards, He answers with the wind. As the trees rattle, I know He is near.

You have taught me how to love myself. You do not paint; you do not hide, your bumps, bends, cuts, gaps, scars…“They are a part of me,” you say. I no longer hide mine, my bumps, bends, cuts, gaps…my perfect imperfections, they are a part of me. I am no longer ashamed of my scars; my past, there are lessons learned.

As a mother; you have fed me, as a father; you have taught me. From the day I took my first step, you have held my hand and have walked with me. You have loved me with a love as deep as the oceans. How can I ever repay you? I will water you, feed you, caress you…I will love you just as you have loved me.

Why are they destroying you? Don’t they see what I see? Don’t they hear what I hear? Don’t they feel what I feel? Their hearts have gone cold. How can they love you yet they are hating each other! How can they care for you yet they are killing each other! Let me not expect much from them. But they will pay; they will surely pay!

By, Musa Jumba.

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