Hand of Nature
The Earth spins around
Divided by it's deep faults
But mostly covered with ocean
Wafting the Earth with it's salts
Winds whip up and fly away
Spreading pollen in all seasons
Tornado alley is a given
Why live there, what are the reasons?
Fire in multitudes cleaning mountains
Lightning strikes the tallest Pine
I am witness to this fact
Almost burned me out, sublime
Water flows in every stream
And it falls freely from the sky
There seems to be a shortage
And why? I can't even surmise
It never changes what it does
But in the end, it's all for us
Copyright © Mitch White | Year Posted 2010
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