The Agony of Mother Nature

The Agony of Mother Nature

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

Her  womb brought  forth  life of many sorts

On top of the list is man – wise, clever, shrewd

A creature so sharp, with ego that knows no bound

He, whose selfishness buoyed him up from the ground.

 

At  the start, his simple desire brought him food

Also, skins and leaves to cover his bare fragile frame

Then, his carnal yearnings brought him abundant broods

Who later inhabited  vast lands – plains, valleys, and woods.

 

Man’s desire has no end,  never  satisfied, not a bit

He not only breached,  what to others are sacred realms

Unmindful  and blind to  what will be the  consequence –

Even daring to break  Mother Nature’s idyllic, blissful silence.

 

Greed drove man to scalp mountains of  their  trapping –

Verdant and lush forests felled by  indiscriminate burning

Reverberating  screams of chainsaws  fill nooks and crevices

Drowning panicky bird calls  and  their  desperate screeches.

 

 

Immaculate white and sandy beaches strewn with shells

Though, still practically  fringe  undiscovered islands and coves

May no longer be what they are now,  as found  by those lucky

For their days are numbered   just like the rest, now drowned in misery.

 

Islands pockmarked with diggings for much-coveted  minerals

Pitifully barf residue to rivers, lakes, coves, even gurgling springs

While man grins his widest for the cash, illicitly and cruelly gained

Mother Nature just cringe in agony,  abused,  that for long she pained.

 

The air that man breaths for whiffs of comfort, relief, and dear life –

Now has become a mist of poison, the scourge of his irresponsibility

For bringing forth metallic contraptions belching toxin just everywhere

And even break auditory succor, shaking the world with so much clatter.

 

With Mother Nature in agony –

man is left…alone,

 to determine his destiny!

Help Mother Nature…Save our Habitat

Help Mother Nature…Save Our Habitat

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

The footages on TV about floods, mountains of garbage, beaches littered with refuse, bald mountains mercilessly destroyed by loggers, rivers and city sewers clogged with plastic wastes and even carcasses of animals, can give chills down the spine of even an emotionally-strong person. To ask what’s wrong is no longer relevant. Everybody knows the what and why, even the who of this issue. But despite the worldwide movement to salvage Mother Nature, majority of the humanity is far from cooperating.

 

Businesses involving manufacture of gadgets, equipment, home appliances, and other enhancements of a “comfortable” life are flourishing at a fantastic alacrity. New inventions are coming out every year. Despite the call to minimize the use of nature and climate-damaging materials, those coming out of factory assembly lines are with even more notoriously destructive components.

 

The call to recycle seems to fall on deaf ears – mostly. If ever, countries do not have encompassing legislations on this. In the Philippines for instance, the response comes in clusters…few cities and towns with their respective local laws prohibiting the use of plastic bags when shopping in the wet market. On the other hand, the national agency, Metro Manila Development Authority (MMDA) is running out of ideas on how to eliminate or at least minimize the indiscriminate disposal of waste materials that are blamed for the perennial city flood.

 

Some of us have the instinct of immediately throwing away, anything that we can’t put to immediate use. Fortunately, there are some sectors which are initiating moves in recycling what for others are useless scraps – cloths, cans, old shopping bags, rice sacks. These are transformed into bags, flower pots, vases, tote bags, etc.  Such commendable effort, however, constitute just an insignificant percentage of what is expected.

 

To give a semblance of respectability to the recycling effort, the junks are now called pre-owned. I have come across an inspiring blog about a pretty multi-awarded American actress who claim to prefer pre-owned dresses and accessories, and in the accompanying photo she looks glamorous in one of the dresses with less than five dollars price tag.

 

Why be ashamed of pre-owned things? In the case of garments, it is how you fit in them neatly that counts, and in the case of other things, such as tools and household furnishing, it is your practical perception of their use that should matter . During my college days, three sisters, all of them popular campus personalities earned such recognition because of their pretty faces and the way they carried themselves in dresses tailored from pre-owned oversized skirts, dresses, and Hawaiian shirts that were transformed into elegant mini-skirts and blouses. The eldest among them, did the transformation by dint of her basic knowledge in sewing.

 

A friend has the habit of framing things that others should have thrown, such as old keys, buttons, bottle crowns, etc.  Another friend stacked several old car tires, topped them with a junked table top, and presto!, he now has a lanai table in the center of which are found objects clumped together with strips of bronze electric wires.

 

A well-to-do acquaintance’s home is filled with eclectic assemblage of furnishing he salvaged from junk shops. He could well afford to buy brand new things for his home, but he prefers to rummage in the junk shops for things that he could tinkle with to come up with new contraptions that even surprise him at the end. Sometimes I would join him in rummages and eventually, came up with my own collection of recycled items.

 

Going to the simpler things, recycling is not limited to plastics, rubbers, metals, cloths. It is also about how we treat water and leftover foods. Some of us have the habit of washing utensils under the open faucet or brushing our teeth while water copiously gushes out of it.  This habit is beyond comprehension. When doing the laundry, even clear water is thrown away instead of being used to flush the toilet and clean the garage. Leftover foods are left to the elements on the table so that there will be an excuse to throw them away for being spoiled, when they can be re-cooked with flavor enhancers to transform their delectability. Cold rice is thrown away instead of being fried.  And the worst of all habits is leaving morsels of food on the plate!… which of course, will definitely be thrown away or fed to the pets. This worst habit is very evident in fast food joints and restaurants, with the culprits even showing proud expressions on their faces, as if saying that they can afford to do it.

 

Mother Nature is terribly sick, our habitat is dying, but despite all these, we just shrug our shoulders with indifference.

 

 

 

 

The Agony of Mother Nature

The Agony of Mother Nature

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

Her  womb brought  forth  life of many sorts

On top of the list is man – wise, clever, shrewd

A creature so sharp, with ego that knows no bound

He, whose selfishness buoyed him up from the ground.

 

At  the start, his simple desire brought him food

Also, skins and leaves to cover his bare fragile frame

Then, his carnal yearnings brought him abundant broods

Who later inhabited  vast lands – plains, valleys, and woods.

 

Man’s desire has no end,  never  satisfied, not a bit

He not only breached,  what to others are sacred realms

Unmindful  and blind to  what will be the  consequence –

Even daring to break  Mother Nature’s idyllic, blissful silence.

 

Greed drove man to scalp mountains of  their  trapping –

Verdant and lush forests felled by  indiscriminate burning

Reverberating  screams of chainsaws  fill nooks and crevices

Drowning panicky bird calls  and  their  desperate screeches.

 

 

Immaculate white and sandy beaches strewn with shells

Though, still practically  fringe  undiscovered islands and coves

May no longer be what they are now,  as found  by those lucky

For their days are numbered   just like the rest, now drowned in misery.

 

Islands pockmarked with diggings for much-coveted  minerals

Pitifully barf residue to rivers, lakes, coves, even gurgling springs

While man grins his widest for the cash, illicitly and cruelly gained

Mother Nature just cringe in agony,  abused,  that for long she pained.

 

The air that man breaths for whiffs of comfort, relief, and dear life –

Now has become a mist of poison, the scourge of his irresponsibility

For bringing forth metallic contraptions belching toxin just everywhere

And even break auditory succor, shaking the world with so much clatter.

 

With Mother Nature in agony –

man is left…alone,

 to determine his destiny!