Marvels of nature
Marvels of Nature
For two long decades, we watched the skies with hope —
clouds drifted, but seldom poured.
June would arrive with our reservoirs only half full,
and hearts heavy with silent prayers for rain.
We lived through seasons of longing —
for water to quench the thirst of our lands,
for crops to bloom,
for rivers to sing once more.
But this year, nature smiled upon us.
Even before May had drawn its curtains,
raindrops began to dance upon our soil.
By the end of June, our reservoirs brimmed with joy,
reflecting not just water — but hope, abundance, and renewal.
The skies opened wide,
blessing us with rainfall beyond expectation.
Fields have awakened with green dreams,
promising a harvest generous and golden.
With full rivers powering our hydroelectric stations,
light now shines brighter in every home.
With granaries filling up,
inflation bows before the bounty of nature.
Indeed, this season is a gentle reminder —
that when nature blesses, she does so in silence,
but with a grandeur words cannot fully capture.
We stand humbled,
grateful for this year of grace,
when the heavens finally answered
the prayers of twenty years.