It ebbs and flows,
And comes and goes.
And sometimes confounding.
Feel the pulse that proves it lives,
Drink the moments that it gives.
Touch the ground beneath your feet,
Hear the rhythm and the beat.
Gentle giant that roars and cries,
See the magic with your eyes.
Ever-present in our lives,
Often injured yet survives.
Quietly listen to the words,
Watch the movements of the herds.
Restless, patient, wise, and strong,
Always right, but sometimes wrong.
It answers every call,
No matter big or small.
Pushing forward from within,
Always there through thick or thin.
Like a force field in the air,
That commands life everywhere.
With silent words of endless hope,
That connects things like a rope.
Breathe it in and soak it up,
Let the nectar fill your cup.
Mother Nature, rest assured,
Always has the final word.