Passion is scattered around me,
Viciously fighting against one another for dominance,
Bliss, melancholy, antagonism, valor, and so much more internally consoled,
But, wait! Is it a human of which we speak with such intrigue?
It is not, for it is the simplicity of our surroundings, our atmosphere,
The first emotion we all seem to bare is bliss,
As for Mother Nature, she follows suit,
The smiling sun glistens upon the earth forming a new evolution of life,
Maybe the happiness will be everlasting or temporary,
It is not the length she worries for, but the feeling itself,
The feeling will be trapped underneath the soil to instill new life among us,
Blossoming flowers, green trees, and just the reflection of the golden sun,
Fills joy into our soul, capturing it in an everlasting way,
But happiness could not be deciphered without melancholy,
The emotion instituted by rain,
We feel the small droplets of water graze down from the sky,
Falling quickly down into the roots of our dirt,
Thus creating new life as well,
How could something so wrong be so right for Mother Nature?
She appreciates all and uses it to her advantage,
However, as one wicked stir of an emotion begins, more may follow,
Rage may strike down upon the grounds shaking the earth with sudden force,
We call this feeling, thunder,
Powerful enough to break Mother Nature in half,
Yet, Mother Nature endures all, becoming strong for us all,
Rage isn’t only felt by the feeling of thunder,
Lightning and wind share her too!
Lightning strikes Mother Nature,
As if she’s tolerating the quick strike of a whip,
A feeling that is far from enjoyable,
How can we help her as she receives her pain?
We can’t protect her, even if we tried
Wind is furious too,
Watch out!
She snaps branches in half and pulls upon the force of the toughest trees,
Wind has a breeze that may just sweep you literally off your feet,
What can Mother do?
She’s far too tired now, but that’s not all she feels, just yet
Mother Nature needs protection too,
But whom can she rely on?
She prays to her unpredictable spirits to send her clear skies,
Her ultimate relaxation,
Mother Nature is content like this,
She doesn’t want it any other way,
But just like us, she can’t have total control of her emotions,
They throw themselves viciously at her, and she has to control them,
She may lose control or gain the strength to own her emotions,
And just like us, she has many people who depend on her,
And when she fails to portray their wants,
Mother Nature is blamed for an act specified among emotions
