Nature

• Gordon Chen, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2014

The age dawns, the weather fair
Nature is warm, but not the air
To the North, the winter's cold
A storm rages, from what I'm told
The peaceful clouds, almighty thunder
Lightning approaches, O god I wonder
The heavy rain, the soft snow
The sun sets, the moon rises
The birds fly high, the dolphins dive deep
The cheetahs sprint, the penguins slide
The insects crawl, the spiders climb
The lions roar, the tiger replies
Who will be the sight, for the blind?
Who will be the voice, for the mute?
Who will be the sound, for the deaf?
Who will stand up, for those who cannot?