Natural Beauty Poem by Edward Webb

Temperate natures can give unto the tempest of day.

A gentle breeze upon thy face,
Interwinds with gentle rustles
within canopies of trees embrace

Destruction can be another to this loved twin
And from heavens a cloud so funnels begin
Torments of turn for winds of great haste,
be none matched in omnipotent might,
strongest of lands towers can be displaced

gentle seas stilled in calm alike a millers pond
and body can bath within this water temperate and held fond
Turn on a wind and it can whip
Into a nemesis held in hells grip
Mountains of white Stallions gradients rise,
An drown the unfortunates that maybe reside
For Such powers nature made can not be defied

Crystal like tables can freeze in nights chill,
A beauty of a warmths drop
Can change at will,
Trees and plants will burn at hands of ice
A water hole made locked through a squeezing vice topped ice

The heat of heaven can be so fair, and lovely in its way
But caught in its unrelenting glare,
Be death with a drink far away

Terra ferma be an oh so heart full stage, and ahoy of it's sight can send sea worn hearts a blaze

Yet its rock plains can turn in time
And shake up inhabitants on faults tension filled line
turn homes of dearest to,
rubbled heaps, be the home you now besides weeps

So;

Respect of thee and the beauty behold
For your nature can unleash something but death to be hold,

yet there is beauty even in death and a part of life never to be cleft