The Majesty of Nature

Storms beat around me as I stand tall.

Grasses bend at the will of the wind,

...And I do not feel small.

 

Buffeted and churned are the seeds of grain

That feeds our empty souls,

...And I am born again.

 

Batten and gusseted we seek shelter,

Unable to weather the oncoming,

...Am I the only detector?

 

I am not afraid of nature’s wrath.

I am not cowed by the maelstrom.

I will not succumb to the unyielding lash.

I will stand despite the tantrum,

 

For I know the reason why.

 

Noises cease and all is calm.

Amazing has been the outcome,

...And I alone unharmed.

 

Storms will rise, and winds will wail,

For a purpose so divine that

Washes away the tainted veil,

                   That nourishes the soil of time.

 

~ d.lawrence

From my book Looking In from Outside: Poetry & Prose, titled “The Majesty of Nature.”

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