When She Speaks 

the colorful ecosystems 

and the many life

of our tropical haven 

raises her delicate voice,

daring and daunted

inevitably,  

she pours and pours 

into the hands of the blind,

clinging on to the hope 

that love and kindness be reflected 

yet growing into a broken world

there is so much beauty 

in her ineffable nature,

the ebb and flow of the tides,

graceful dance of the flora and fauna,

the assurance that our home

is magnanimous even against all odds 

surrender to the sonnets  

sung by our mother nature

united by one purpose,

I plant a seed 

that would grow into horizons,

resolute and pertinacious 

So what are you waiting for?

after all, we Maldivians 

Blessed with these islands

can be her guardians, 

Let our islands live 

when the hourglass is still running

Find more of Laisha’s work at @wandrousoul

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