They say Mother Nature, but why? When I look outside and see the happy colors of the sun, the calming white of the clouds, and the soft breeze, I conclude that it's spirits are as high as the blue sky. When thunder rumbles and lightning flashes, when the winds rattle our windows and the bright sun is nowhere to be seen, I wonder what inner turmoil it is facing. And when the ground shakes and the wind spins a pirouette faster then eyes can capture, thoughts scream in my ear, "what did we do to deserve this?" And I realize that we have never been thankful for the calm days, the colors that shine upon us, for we remain ignorant of the safety that was placed around us, and nature felt tired, tired, tired. We dismissed the small storms it gave us, and only covered ourselves from it's sadness. The clouds grew darker, the winds grew choppier, and the sky dimmed but we never noticed, only wanting to retire for the night from the day. But after the anger has been released and Nature's heart is light once more, it brings back the colors we missed, giving calm days and comforting nights, kind and forgiving to those who hurt it.
Truly, Nature is like a mother. And truly, her ignorant children are as selfish as they come.
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Intersections, Thunderstorms and No Sense of Direction
PoetryRandom pieces that help me keep writing and expressing myself. Story excrepts or single sentences, whenever I feel inspired or sort through the rubble in my mind. [Warning: First few chapters were written when I was young. Please understand that I w...
