Nature's Hands
We live in feigned existence, breathing the air, drinking the water,
a pretense of knowing but incapable of understanding the purity,
the why of who we are and how we and this world came to be
and resist the change, allow creation to move forward.
It is the simplistic acceptance of the reality
the hot and cold, the calm and storm of our being here in this now
to keep the world safe, secure, protected in nature's hands.
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