Hear the sound of the
raging river,
currents stirring, flowing
ever deep,
from it?fs banks it
constantly delivers,
in bed we lay, curled up,
sound asleep.
Upon the shore, evergreen
trees so tall,
the wind setting their
branches in motion,
around the bend, rapids turn
to a waterfall,
nature?fs living, breathing
with true devotion.
Hear the cries of the fierce
howling wind,
branches bending until they
finally break,
waves of white caps, too
strong to swim,
simple expression of mother
nature?fs stake.
Such awesome power can
utterly shatter,
and it?fs raw essence can
never be tamed,
destroying, leaving
everything in a tatter,
get in it?fs path, you?fll
surely be maimed.
Nature?fs clock, just has no
need for speed,
what was, and was is, never
to be captured,
no one to please, for there
never is a need,
it'ss beauty found in it's
force and rapture.