A duel with Nature
The wind blew with a mighty force. The coconut trees danced in joy. All at once it seemed as though They were seconding the wind, Challenging me to a duel with Nature. A battle within myself – A warning from my practical self And encouraging words From my romantic self. An incurable romantic that I was, I stood trying to resist the wind. The coconut trees seemed to tell me That it was impossible. But there I stood enjoying The wind’s caresses and its effort To cool my body; when ‘CRASH!’ came down a flowerpot. In a flash I understood What sort of a life I was leading. All I knew was Nature’s caresses And not its violence.