No Trifling with Mother Nature


Nature mocks our pettiness
Our imagined freedom,
Unleashing forces
Fiercely destructive, awesome,
Puny and vain our attempts
To withstand her wrath,
Nature's relentless fury and might
In stark contrast,
That we may humbly bow
To that greater Power,
Directing stupendous galaxies
Countless in number.

No trifling with Mother Nature,
Man's teacher
Serene but severe,
Exacting in dispensation,
The flowers bloom,
The seeds yield the harvest
Following their own fashion,
And true measure
As good thoughts and deeds,
Must bring forth
Fruitage of good habits,
Wholesome character.

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