HERITAGE: Some 20 little steps.

The Night we sleep and the day goes by
Until the next dawn
Nature is what we all have
The mighty sun, the gleamy moon
The shimmering light of thousands of stars
Oh all we see is our mother
Nurturing us with a touch
So intangible 
No art can express.
Oh I wish I was still there
When I was too young to know
Creeping down the ground
Gazing all that was around
With a mysterious smile
The unknown rituals
Seeking the warmth of her presence
By wondering who is she
I sleep in her arms
Birds chirping I found myself awake
Years passed by and it was raining
With a second thought of not going to school
I flew in the backyard under the shade supported by two wooden post
I felt the bare ground it was cold
Water running off the canopy
Caressing the ground filling the space in between streaming away to the pit nearby
Some 20 little steps.
I was listening carefully
So still with a deep breath, I shook in
Ran off to get my old notebook.
The day went by leaving me here
With some glimpse of it.
Heritage is where we dwell,
Get nurtured and grow in harmony with the surrounding.
I wonder,
In quest of urbanisation-
So modern that we have forgotten the legacy
which has been posted onto us.
Species which are endangered
Species which existed
Water bodies that are drying off
Creatures so wild that would cheer us apart are put into cages
So that we could see them in our context.
They are also born out of the same nature,
In which we dwell
And they all have the same value of life as we have.
We are taking all for granted,
Trying to put conditioning which is favourable to us.
All is that we are lost in our survival issues considering them to be impotent.
We are seeking balance without them which is not possible.
We are busy making theories and can't feel life passing by,
If it is all about people, then Mother Nature is for the people, of the people, never by the people.
Heritage, a sacred abode where we reside,
Thriving in harmony with the world around,
Yet, urbanization's call has dimmed our memories,
The legacy entrusted to our care forgotten.
We the most intelligent species.
I will ask, what is our heritage?
In this realm of intellect, we reign supreme,
So I ask, what is our heritage,
If not the interconnected tapestry of existence,
A mosaic where adaptation mirrors the tree's embrace,
Its roots, like veins, intertwining with the earth,
Its branches, like arms, reaching for the sky,
A dance of unity where nature's wisdom lies,
A mirror to show what it means to thrive,
In this grand theater, where life's stories intertwine.
And as the night cradles our slumber,
And the day weaves its tale once more,
Let us not forget our shared heritage,
For in these words and experiences we find,
A plea to remember, a call to question,
What legacy have we preserved or cast aside?