I have seen her love
Nurturing and fondling her young bunnies.
I have seen her hatred
Through the temper of the raging forest fire
That reduces vibrant life to dull, grey ashes.
I have smelt her fragrance
Rising from the earth
After a brief spell of summer showers.
I have smelt her putridness
In the flesh of a young doe
Being torn to pieces under a tiger’s claw..
I have heard her music
Played on the flute of the wind
Blowing through the crevices of the hanging pine fruit.
I have heard her silence
On a moonless night, walking down the path
That meanders through the country graveyard.
I have tasted her sweetness
In the golden dew of dawn
That breaks the slumber of the sleepy sunflowers.
I have tasted her bitterness
In the stream of the bloody white sap
Running down the bark of a tapped rubber tree.
I have felt her passion
In the sinews of the galloping stallion
Overcoming miles to reach green pastures.
I have felt her anger
In the breath of the brewing storm
Playing a game of dice with humanity.
I have seen her.
I have smelt her.
I have heard her.
I have tasted her.
I have felt her.
And yet she remains the enigma she was….
