Mother Nature's Musings
Who am I?
What is it that you cannot see?
That ranges over the land and sea
So gentle that it can lift a bee
Yet strongly fell the mightiest tree
That brings the rain restoringly
And starts and stops so suddenly
Befriended spores and seeds agree
She is the best of company
Her art arrayed in all degree
In desert ‘scapes carved beautifully
Both hot and cold in corps d’esprit
Heavy and light, independently
She rules the air dynamically
Ever traveling in ways carefree
Art
Seasons come and seasons go
365.25 tells us so
Amazing though that may be
It is but a number elliptically
An abstraction of simple math
An unembellished flight path
Yet underlying this simple fact
Is indubitably a miracle intact
The incredible phenomenon
Where life can thrives thereupon
Both in northern and southern climes
Vacillating between cold and hot times
Where it may be sodden wet, or parched dry
For weeks or months, dependent on the sky
Such stark contrasts would seem to doom
Present living things, to an early tomb
Yet, as they say, life finds a way
In the environment of match play
Where adaptability verily unfolds
Breaking all contemplated moulds
Succeeding and rising to the task
Never considering the ask
But following the prime directive
Of Mother Nature’s objective
The zen of meeting life
Regardless of the strife
And if you play your part
There is no greater art