With a stroke of her brush, she painted our skies

Molding clay into mounts and carving stone into highs.

Through the forests she ran, seeding life into trees,

Breathing soul into oceans, pumping heart into seas.

With her magic of hand, she made beauties and beasts

One could soar into clouds, other roam in the heats.

She made balance between hunter and prey

Giving claws to the canines, giving wings to the jay.

One of the creatures, a special one in her heart

She gave that which differed them greatly apart,

The gift was not strength, nor was it speed,

Human blessing was mind and creed.

Day by night, she watched with glee on her face

As man tamed the fire and expanded its space.

Human learnt tongue and tamed wild beings,

Spreading wisdom, growth and wellbeing.

But once, sin crept into the soul of mankind

Giving birth to greed and leaving harmony behind.

Screaming, the forests caught fire,

As man burnt the trees for capitalist desire.

Bleeding, creatures were herded and robbed

As man grabbed whatever, his lust unstopped.

Unseeing, human race had collapsed,

As man waged war on another, peace had elapsed.

Repenting mistakes, the Mother watched

As the poison spread, man’s destiny squashed.

Regret and remorse filled her heart,

For she knew man had a more a beautiful part.

But all she could was observe from afar,

As man disappeared and became all but a scar.

About The Poet

Vadim believes that poetry is one of the best ways to relieve yourself of all the hardships you face, relax your mind after tedious school work and establish a connection between yourself and the cosmos.

Poetry has power greater than most other writings: it is capable of evoking a bouquet of emotions, preventing a conflict, inspiring hearts, and soothing the soul.