Nature the Sonnet
Nature rules - it is a bursting ball of life.
Quietly carpeting our world of dust,
into a sly yet warm kingdom of soothing lust.
Vast dancing body of a world so alive.
She mimics us, laugh at us, she never dies.
We steadily corrupt her, but she manages just
in time to come around and serve us.
Such deafening irony? Crafty and solely wry.
Featherless nestlings wait for their feathered friends.
Motherless turtles dashes towards the jaws of blue.
Gleeful gazelles watches as their home invasion commence.
Nature, a tricky palette - an allusion of now and the end.
Grasping and fighting for the next level, nature cues
to the wonders of everything that makes stagger sense.
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