Savage Innocence
Mother Nature, beautiful child, Eden’s ambience,
of humanity sketched out on the drawing board,
embodiment of innocence and purity,
with verdants stretching out into space,
reaching out into the Holy Garden,
greenery dressed up in priestly robes,
flaunting their emerald jewelry,
crawling up the ladder to the highest mount,
Mother Nature, a lady of solid resolutions,
of no relenting in her determination,
her ways fixed as she was
in the dawning of light,
commanding the clouds to move about,
to water the parched earth,
to make the seedlings rise and
manifest themselves into grapes,
and Mother Nature of a mind of her own,
a child at play in the delicate skies,
a beast grown out of her evil side,
a tyrant that moves the clouds about,
that defies the resolution of order,
that laughs at the harmony of the skies,
that establishes a new order to come about
and ravage the vineyards that she built up
by drowning them with too much water.
an innocent child with a beast hidden inside,
releasing it on a whim, a capricious moment,
a thrilling escapade, a mischievous rant,
her savage self that rises from her innocence
and preys upon the goodness that she is.
Like a Goddess she is revered.
Like a mother she is consolable.
Like a father she is an exemplar.
Like a lioness she is feared,
but yet admired for her unrelenting power.
Wow. I'm back on track with the writing again. The Covid virus put me into quarantine. That's great. I feel fine but can't go out. Now I can go back to being productive again.
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