Close your eyes and feel

The raw power of her rage—

Lightning splits your bones to ash

Frost crystallizes your breath

Innocent petals mask deadly toxins

While emerald vines become hangman's rope

We praise her gentler face:

Dewdrops on spider silk at dawn

Cherry blossoms dancing in spring wind

Such delicate artistry

In each unfurling leaf

Each perfectly formed snowflake

Nature's sleight of hand

But behind that porcelain mask

Lurks a primordial fury

For every flower that blooms

A thousand creatures die

Beneath pastoral meadows

Serpents coil in shadow

While cotton-soft clouds birth

Hurricanes that devour coastlines

The pristine dove you admire

Is plague-bearer, death-bringer

In sewers and shadows

Her children—rats and roaches—

Multiply in darkness

Testing our revulsion

She offers life with open palms

Then crushes with iron fists

Spawning fever, famine, flood

Mountains split their ancient bones

Spewing liquid fire

Forests crumble to ash

Rivers boil to steam

As she consumes her own creation

In mindless ecstasy

Yet from devastation

Springs renewal—

Obsidian fields birth

Tender shoots of green

Phoenix-like, life rises

From its own ashes

Do not turn away

From her terrible beauty

Both destroyer and creator

Mother and executioner

Embrace her complete—

Her mercy and her wrath

For in nature's dual heart

Lies truth unbound