What a powerful thing it is
Both killing and destroying, renewing, refreshing
Always changing always growing
Never pausing once

To slow down...

To STOP,


And take inventory of all that is around it
The beauty, the mystery, and with it, cold harsh reality
War, poverty, sickness, death
Love, Peace, Joy, Happiness

How incredible it is indeed
To be so capable of so much

Yet still cannot fathom
How Little it truly does know