The snake in a burrow

The beasts on the plains

and the trees on a hillside

I own them.

I am them.

I own you, too.

You are of me.

You are never outside of me.

We are never apart.

You may try to leave me

To rein and conquer me

But when I strike –

When the hurricanes sweep across the land and sea –

Your stuctures shatter.

While the trees

evolved through billions of years

rooted deep in the earth

bend in the storms and endure

Your finances can not save you

Your stock markets are but

your poor illusion

a product of your imagination and greed.

You believe yourself to be the masters

over animals and the earth

lonely in the universe you spin

around yourself

but

Only nature can withstand Nature.

Only the natural will prevail.

I will carry you and I will feed you

I bring you all the joy you need

and heal your wounds.

But as you go against me

I will destroy you

in the end

You will not survive me.

Like death,

when I strike

you will kneel

and be back with me.

I am nature.

Copyright Tonje Nové.