Nature's Nature
Heavy clouds thunder
Rolling over the deepening sky
Birds in servitude to
Mother Nature tremble
Trees stand firm, it
Is yet another passing storm
Swords of light cut through
Air of sweet scent
Animals flee, but
The trees stand firm
Grand guardians
From endless time
Fear nothing from nature
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