Nature itself also operates outside this earth,
Clustering together creating new beyond the conception of worth.
Crystallizing or refining it's hues the world adjust itself first,
Tinctures the elements with a settle dew that quenches her absorbent thirst.
When we remember that life itself is a force untamed,
Pulsing in harmony to the cosmic symphony giving sentience to the brain.
We see the cosmic as the ingredients, that which is also pumping through our veins.
We see of that which is below as above is also the same.
Nature lashes in her own binds she chooses to resist,
Driven by her own sensations therefore of purest intents.
Understand she's violent in order to ensure she exist,
Violently hurtling through space in a purposeful moving sensation that's fixed.
As we sit adrift understand we are the storm that is feared to be, the danger to primitive races that would naturally fear what they see. know that all that there is also is all there will be, in oneness of the all when all is complete.
She replicates her self to ensure her continuance to be, her forge of seeds within seeds are crafted deep within the sea.
She determines her qualities creating forms crafting the mold, we after her see her through the crafted windows of our soul. See her rain down and recycle the substances of life. Deep within her lies her essence forever burning and recreating with light.
