Beauty of Nature

Ive never seen the mountains come alive exuding breathe that smell of toxic gases and heartbeats chocking red coal instead of blood coal that flows to its floors and burn instead of soothing Ive never seen a painting of such a disaster Ive listened to the wind blow or perhaps its rattling of some feeble leaves and its power devour to the frail twigs Ive played against the wind spray as a kid and tried as the wise men said to listen to the famous whistle all i hear even now is the wails of the art the howling wind passes through as the ocean waters rises to; the magnificent royalty of the wind and as it colorfully caresses my skin to eject some illegitimate warmth, i again ponder over some saying and try to see the colors of the wind but lo! not even the wind do i see it just blows and flows and scours as it goes but still to my wonder a belief holds on to my heart's sleeves holds on to the truth and power of nature all so strange, all so terrific, all so powerful and dictatorial but all the paintings of these shows the beauty of nature