Grandma Nature

Oh, how they've all forgotten,
Your tender love and care
Is what made them who they are.
Gently, blows the breeze,
Taking away the marks
Of stress, of pressure, and of virulence,
Inside the mind and on my face.
Reminiscing the innocence
Bread by the simplicity
Of the kind and loving you.
Dear mother of all,
How I've forgotten,
Just like the rest of them
Amidst the hustle and bustle
Of this inhuman civilisation
That there exists such tranquillity,
Which had always been
And patiently awaits
Till we all remember once again.