There is a certain beauty
In even the most destructive reaction.
Nothing can match the ferocity of a hurricane,
Or the majesty of a falling meteor.
Man has tried,
We've built our guns, bombs and rockets,
Mushroom clouds have scorched the land and sky,
Yet even that pales at the might of nature.
We can burn thousands of miles of land with a push of a button.
So?
Nature could rip a hole
In the fabric of space,
And we could slip through
Like a set of escaping keys.
Each and every one of us could disappear
And still the universe will go on.
Some may call this depressing.
I call it serenitous.