Mother V/S Mother Nature

I shouldn’t climb trees brother

“It’s dangerous” warns mother.

Dame nature, dangling above my eye,

A ripe mango, how to deny.

 

Don’t go in the rain 

Mother scolds me again.

A raindrop falls on my face

Luring me in it’s embrace.

 

Bee, a beautiful little thing

Will probably give you a sting

Wandering around like a rover

Is secretly inviting me over.

 

Whom should I listen to?

Mothers always at odds, that’s true 

Intense confusion I try to smother

Why not negotiate with each other.

What are you looking for?