Nature, by nature
is subtle.
She doesn’t invade,
She includes.

Sure, She’s a big lady,
bust size in the thousands…
such emotions!
Her snits so savage:
hurricane here, earthquake there,
volcanos everywhere…
but Her pervasive, true self
is slow, deliberate.

These evergreens got here
cone by cone.
Those maples didn’t sense the pressure
until their pods had no place to land.
Buried beneath needle blankets,
their trunks rotted.

Picnicers, playing, call in the woods,
“OOH! The whisper of wind in the pines!
Listen!”

When in truth, that whisper
is the snicker of the victor
of a hundred years war.