You see woman as nature
she is the woods winds mountains and seas
What came from the sky-
drops of water
and fire-
her insides

But

what have you done with nature
other than broke it to keep you alive

Is it romantic to say she is of the wild
as you call yourself captain of the sea
and man made fire
conquered its mountains
cut down the trees

Your only use of flame
is when it is contained
And there is no value in the mountain's gold
Until it is yours to own

You say woman is nature
with intent to utilize her potential
for your self-growth

its an illusion of power,
that she let be

Until

the wind rolls
and the storm grows,

ask the captain then
who's power is real;
the man's or the sea's