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... And the wind blows; Nature mocks man, towering in her power
and magnificence, looking down as a god upon mortals. She sweeps
away the works of man contemptously, moving with an easy grace
across her domain. Man steps aside, cowering, for she is the
power, the strength, the beauty.
Man retreats to his citadels
while the trees are bent, bowing to the power. And the great
fir nods its head; birch cower under her greatness, her might.
And Man watches, and boldly confronts the storm, but is cowed
almost at once, and withdraws to shelter.
Such is the
terrible beauty of Nature. ... The trees writhe in agony,
offering leaves and needles to appease their lord and
mistress; even the great fir is wearied, and pleads for
mercy. And Man is left in awe, doubtful of his power.
This poem is dedicated to Hurricane Gloria. I had stepped out to see how the hurricane was progressing. It was impressive! So I quickly retreated back inside and wrote this.