A misunderstanding occurs,
Throughout one's life...
When it is believed they maintain,
A controlling done over others.
And no weapons or wars won can impress.
Mother Nature seems always to find a way,
To display great warmth and intensity of feeling...
When there are those who choose to forget,
The only controlling to be done...
Is when Mother Nature decides to do it.
And...
With a dismantling of everything,
That seems to be suitable and effective.
To prevent 'Her' directive,
As enforced to command.
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