Mother Nature
Like the wind or the sun’s rays
This subtle balance is now forced
To reconfigure life’s backdrop.
Standing at the forest’s edge,
She surveys the acid streams
Soon to be muddied beyond life.
She weeps continuously
From the ominous clouds
Relentlessly sogging the plains.
Whirling into reaction
She rearranges mankind’s toys
So smugly raised on the deltas.
She blazes over the farm lands
Drying riverbeds into jig saws,
Strange patterns of parched earth.
Rendering down the icecaps
She freshens salty oceans
Soon to be emptied of life.
She curls behind a dune
That’s shifting deeper, farther
Into former habitats of life.
Never to be beaten,
She’s a shape-shifter;
The ultimate survivor.
by Susan Christensen
A community of artists living and working on Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada
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