Man traps and frames and captures and tames
But a wilderness is forever wild.
When the rain pours with hours long,
And the weathermen get it wrong.
When the rising river presents her tongue,
When the sea shows she is more strong.
I smile at nature's furious song,
And am glad when man's predictions are un-done.
The flood waters, the rippling mud,
The wandering bolts, the un-mapped deep,
The roaming, roaring tempest,
The frothing force that never sleeps.
Eventually the wind blows you hollow,
And you are left with nothing but sorrow.
You may have conquered here and there,
Invaded, killed, and were not aware.
But now Nature speaks with full command,
Even though you hear, you do not understand.
You go on marking, breaking, fencing land,
So now you will see the wrath of Nature's hand.
- Joanna Grace