Storm clouds brew and lightning rages;
The shimmering moon glistens in all its phases.
Slashing winds begin to howl in fury;
Torrential rains bedevil and worry.
Lashing waves that pound and crash;
'Gainst granite cliffs endlessly dash.
Roaring infernoes that blacken and sear;
Filling hearts with dreadful fear
Fissures gape as earth is split;
Grinding boulders to sand and grit.
Boundless its fury, pure in its rage;
No fetters can hold it, no prison encage.
Its powers are numerous, vast beyond measure;
Its wealth beyond counting, rich is its treasure.
With beauty unbounded by man's puny words,
Yet echoed by wolves, tigers, and birds.
"Nature" man calls it, a force beyond reason;
Its purpose a mystery that flows with the season.
Man can do little to hinder its course;
For all of his power, it is the source.
Man cannot rule what he cannot understand,
Nor control what cannot be held in his hand.
Nature is untamed, its essence is wild,
And man is merely a stumbling child.
