Nature isn’t nature at all
But a beauty born by Someone higher.
Like a man grown tall by nature’s call
And then taking credit to his desire.
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But then again, what is this natural flow
That radiates through our Earth?
We can’t control its spinning, so
What is nature really worth?
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It will come to destroy our peace
With her tornadoes, tsunamis and heat.
But still, it will grow the softest fleece
To warm our cold, snow- bitten feet.
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Is there a way to describe this… thing?
Is it evil, kind or grey?
Do her nightly winds whistle to sing
Or to simply get in the way?
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Do her mountains proudly stand
To instill a quiet tranquility?
Or do they simply tend to demand
The climb beyond ability?
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Do her powerful sun’s nightly goodbyes
Silence all the daily stress
Or do they solemnly trigger sighs
And blindly trip you over your mess?
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She’ll be a mystery forever more,
In all her vibrant glory
But what we can choose to keep to store
Is the brighter of her story.
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Rachel Steinmetz
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Comments (2)
The portrayal of mountains, winds, and the setting sun adds depth to the exploration of nature's impact on human experiences, the poem encourages us to embrace the brighter aspects of nature's story and appreciate its vibrant glory, even as we grapple with its mysteries, nice, thank you very much for sharing, love your works, hope to read more, subscribed.
You have beautifully captured the beautiful of nature and ferocity.. it's thought- provoking and insightful..I liked reading your poem.