Mother Nature Is All Powerful

The sky is as blue as the most pristine ocean,

Nothing but wispy white fluffy clouds breaking the hue,

A slight breeze, just strong enough to cool the sweaty brow,

30 degrees Celsius, a perfect summer day, thank you.

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As the heat of the day reaches its peak,

The darkest grey clouds start forming in the distance,

Wind gusts push them closer, they run before the breeze,

She knows that we are like tiny ants, offering her no resistance.

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An hour passes, the thunder booms,

Lightning flashes across the entire sky,

Mother Nature is a little angry, warning us all,

She’s scolding us gently, it’s time to comply.

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The clouds come closer, they darken and blacken,

The breeze picks up speed, as the thunder roars,

The lightning display is a terror to behold,

As down teems the rain, drenching the earth as it pours.

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The friends she has on side reach to the sky,

Accepting her precious tears to slacken their thirst,

The trees, the plants, the greenery soaks it up in delight,

As the clouds scatter across the sky before they burst.

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Did we listen to her warning, only time will tell,

As she seems happy today, the sky once more blue,

Or is she giving us a time out, a reprieve,

To see what we’ll now decide to do?

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A week, a month passes and there is no change,

When suddenly the bureau of meteorology issues a warning,

There’s more to her ire, now she’s absolutely furious,

As she shows us her grief, her period of mourning.

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The clouds begin to build once more,

The wind now a gale force, angry and wild,

The atmospheric conditions cause the storm to spiral,

Mother Nature is disappointed as we destroy her child.

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Buckle down the hatches, the consequences now dire,

The wind is thrashing all within its path,

Trees uprooted and thrown against man-made structures,

As we experience her temper, her tremendous wrath.

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The animals are experienced in Mother Nature’s power,

They know the steps to take to survive her ire,

But we curse her for putting our lives in danger,

When it’s our destructive nature that caused her to go haywire.

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She hangs around for hours thrashing our butts,

Throwing everything she has at us in furious frustration,

A force of nature going through early menopause,

Her hormones out of whack due to our molestation.

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We survive the tempest this time, as we survey the carnage,

There’s not a tree or plant left with any leaves,

Will we learn from this destruction, change our ways,

Or continue to anger her, accepting what we receive?

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Each disaster will increase in intensity,

Until we honour our Earth and set Mother Nature right,

Listen now to her scolding, allow her to heal,

As she’ll not give in and we’ll never win this fight!

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