It is she, Nature, who decides what ultimately happens.
Humans believe they can control everything, even when they clearly can’t.
Dams, powerplants, buildings, roads, farms.
Just proof.
It’s their egos and fears that make humans think they are one step down from the governing primordial forces.
So, when Nature chooses to throw humanity a curveball, they create chaos.
But Nature has a way of helping humans make sense of the phenomenon called life.
And they are reminded as to how little control they actually have.
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Great poem tell
Humans are selfish creatures by "nature" in my opinion.
Awesome nature poem!!💕❤️❤️