Nature, Friend and Foe

Nature, Friend and Foe Speak out the words to the soft petaled plants, that grow wearily in the distant corners It is there that the scrub jay alights, squawking and gorging on berries. This habitat has brought the wildlife to the garden, in an endless search for food stuffs, always glancing over their shoulders heads turned 180 degrees, ears taut, translucent eyes peering, fright, flight, an evolved history, chiseled in practical instinct. I am speaking to you dear nature, from me you will learn exactly nothing, it is from that which you are that I will learn. Listen to my plaint though it fall on deaf ears. Though you hop or walk, fly or scurry, crawl, swim or slither, movement is your the essence, your vitality, your survival, which appears to invite you to take the life that animates and live it to any and all ends. Is there no loss for you, do you not care or bother for condition? If we as a race of evolved mammalian beings were once like you, how is it we've fallen so far from the tree and yet continue to survive? Did you dear nature reject us, are we a sullen body of flesh unaccustomed to following the laws that govern your being? Are we but a rejected group? Fires that burn forests and wastelands, ignited by the thunderbolts from Jupiter's hand both cleanse and rejuvenate an overgrown and tired terrain; lava spewn out from out of the mouth of a volcano drives itself over the land building and combing the landscape with layers of liquid rock, cooled by atmospheric difference. Flooding waters, ferocious winds, the whirling and swirling of earth and its organisms of flesh and bone thrown up and into a vortex of howling change is greeted with impassivity. You, my nature, friend and foe, your indifference, your beauty and the brutality of your wrath are both vexing and compelling, how are we to understand and continue to care? Suey Creek October, 2012