Mother Nature

Nature Strives to be beautiful Morphing myriad, earthly hues from macrocosmic frippery. Her perfumed zephyrean breaths Intoxicate the atmosphere Stirring those that breathe to wildness That only her tempestuous Violence ultimately tames; Yet her yin can be most tranquil As not to ruffle a fledglings Feathers or ripple mountain tarns. She favors none of her children within her sphere of influence sustaining only the strongest.