Sorry to drop in unannounced

But this JUST popped into my head and I typed it as it came to me.

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Emissaries of Nature

Man is pitiable but cute – so much scarcer than the ants.

They move terrain to harness winds

To create their fruited plains

To create their monuments

To congratulate themselves

For thousands of years of craft logic and skill

…you are no match for natures passionless emissaries

They work a tireless feat to reclaim all the bounty of her womb

Through Fire

Through Wind

Through Rain

And through the shifting of the Land

Each has it’s own logic and skill – unknown to Man

Moving from High to Low in every case

To cleanse the char of fire

To redirect the mighty winds

To force water through a valley

Where none has ever been seen.

To force a valley onto land

Where none has ever been seen.

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You harvest timber from the skin of the land

To build small features there in which to dwell

I send fire to burn it to the ground

And till its meat back into the land.

You build your buildings and your boats

In the shadows of ‘thousand year’ rains

I send rain for 10 – 10,000 years

And suck your trinkets into my belly.

What man can build

Wind can deflate

From a parking sign to a tower

And if the wind can’t finish its job

The plates from underneath rift open

And swallow the entire lot WHOLE back to my furnace.

Men ARE clever. They do the best they can with what they have.

They need to rejoice in their victories

But pay heed to my passionless flow

For even the Gods of their logic and skill

On their final day of reckoning

Call on WHO to do their work?

The Fire

The Water

The Wind

And the shifting of the Land.