Mother Nature, Earth’s voice, reminds us that she
is in control of our destiny. She, on occasion and more
recently than before, reminds us that by our carelessness
to our designated responsibility as caretakers of her attire,
there comes a redress in requiring attention, reminding us
humans, that we are but visitors in her home
she watches us through the eyes of soaring Eagles, her
warnings are In the howls of the wolf. she reminds us of
her disgust through the spewing of hot rock on occasion,
through the angry winds and cleansing storms, uses the
fingers of the Sun’s rays to both feed with nutriment but
also, its scorching touch when we carelessly felling her tree
garden
when she wishes, though, to show off in plain sight by
feeding and behold’n to our eyes, in a titillation and gasp
by a flutter in the rhythm of the heart whilst sharing the
beauty of its dawn and dusk, the day and night, the gift
of her beauty…
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