She inspires and destroys,
She conquered, before the Viceroys.
Her power & beauty, in awe we see,
Mercurial, blossoming immortality.

Insidious fingers creep over the fence,
Leaving thriving forests, ever so dense.
Weaving for Earth, an elegant cloak,
Yesterday, to the truth I awoke.

She favors none & is never antique,
A surreal presence, ever so unique.
Leaves shrivel & flowers wither,
But time, her splendor does not tether.

The die has been cast, the battle lines drawn,
Nature gainst her destroyer, as she awaits the morn,
Look not so forlorn,

For tis from chaos nature brings,
Peace and order to all things.