Nature Of Things

Being born helpless.
Nurtured by those who bore us.
Growth becomes struggle,
Struggle torments the soul,
Questioning true self.
Crowded world built on hate,
There seems to be no escape.
How confused; his quest for peace, harmony lost to chaos.
But then, day by day
The nature of all things, challenges us.
It's persistence, patience, humility.
No matter what, she survives.
Giving daily, opportunity to realize how sacred she really is.
Which, no matter how hard we try,
It can't be improved by our own design.
Mother Earth, solid and full.
Truly perfect, endures through time.

by Ronald Andrew DeMena Jr.

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