Mother Nature on her pedestal
Did you ever notice that we as human beings on this planet have no control over our emotions?
We seek freedom from them yet all year round mother nature holds us prisoner in chains.
She sits there mischievously on her pedestal with more freedom than anyone on Earth can imagine.
The development of the four seasons was only a cover up.
It was designed only to infer that she in fact is at least half human in all her goddess like elegance.
She thought it too boring to have one distinct weather forecast all year round.
She developed a system in which no one place on earth would get the same weather constantly.
Eventually the system would change as the Seasons progress.
But she could not leave it that simple.
Every once in a while through sheer boredom she'll throw something absurd and unexpected at you like a tsunami or a hurricane.
Now why would someone with our best interest in mind throw such a destructive and dangerous curve ball?
Is it possible that we are simply ventriloquist dolls in her puppet show?
Do we amuse her the way we react to her creations?
Isn't it true that she is aware that some people love rain while others dread it?
Isn't it true that she is conscious of the fact that we suffer through a whole season of being stuck in an oven, only to be relieved by what always seems at the time glacier temperatures?
Just as we flip through the channels on T.V. in search of something amusing to watch,
Mother Nature is like a mad scientist who tries out her latest creations only with the intent to pry on our emotions.
If a seventy-foot wave were headed right for you wouldn't it be difficult to hold that pleasant smile on your face that you might get from a sunny day?
Your sitting there, occupied, maybe engaging in conversation,
When all of a sudden, everything that is familiar is swept away.
Mother Nature is testing her new etch a sketch.
The Big Water is coming!
Run if you can!
But within seconds every woman child and man will be simply debris lying in the sand.
Buildings are crumbling, as the underwater earthquake extends its hand.
The boats in the ocean,
They don't feel a thing
Killer waves travel right past them like a giant invisible wing.
All civilization has been washed away,
You never thought there would come such a day.
A natural disaster has disrupted our lives, which we never thought we'd have to visualize.
And all for what?
All for her kicks and her fun and her tricks?
Well maybe we don't want to be caught up in the mix!
It is true that somebody is always going to declare "im hot" when it's hot
And it is true that some will complain and shiver when it's cold.
But it is the people that can walk outside, breathless, wide-eyed, and more ecstatic than ever after catching a glimpse of some freezing hunks of ice falling from the sky that can beat mother nature at her own game.
The beauty of the emotion you are filled with that instant times stops,
As you dance and twirl around in the snow,
Documenting in your heart that you've only wished a thousand times for this moment to come since the last time you caught snowflakes on your tongue.
That is not the work of mother nature, it is the work of human nature
We seek freedom from them yet all year round mother nature holds us prisoner in chains.
She sits there mischievously on her pedestal with more freedom than anyone on Earth can imagine.
The development of the four seasons was only a cover up.
It was designed only to infer that she in fact is at least half human in all her goddess like elegance.
She thought it too boring to have one distinct weather forecast all year round.
She developed a system in which no one place on earth would get the same weather constantly.
Eventually the system would change as the Seasons progress.
But she could not leave it that simple.
Every once in a while through sheer boredom she'll throw something absurd and unexpected at you like a tsunami or a hurricane.
Now why would someone with our best interest in mind throw such a destructive and dangerous curve ball?
Is it possible that we are simply ventriloquist dolls in her puppet show?
Do we amuse her the way we react to her creations?
Isn't it true that she is aware that some people love rain while others dread it?
Isn't it true that she is conscious of the fact that we suffer through a whole season of being stuck in an oven, only to be relieved by what always seems at the time glacier temperatures?
Just as we flip through the channels on T.V. in search of something amusing to watch,
Mother Nature is like a mad scientist who tries out her latest creations only with the intent to pry on our emotions.
If a seventy-foot wave were headed right for you wouldn't it be difficult to hold that pleasant smile on your face that you might get from a sunny day?
Your sitting there, occupied, maybe engaging in conversation,
When all of a sudden, everything that is familiar is swept away.
Mother Nature is testing her new etch a sketch.
The Big Water is coming!
Run if you can!
But within seconds every woman child and man will be simply debris lying in the sand.
Buildings are crumbling, as the underwater earthquake extends its hand.
The boats in the ocean,
They don't feel a thing
Killer waves travel right past them like a giant invisible wing.
All civilization has been washed away,
You never thought there would come such a day.
A natural disaster has disrupted our lives, which we never thought we'd have to visualize.
And all for what?
All for her kicks and her fun and her tricks?
Well maybe we don't want to be caught up in the mix!
It is true that somebody is always going to declare "im hot" when it's hot
And it is true that some will complain and shiver when it's cold.
But it is the people that can walk outside, breathless, wide-eyed, and more ecstatic than ever after catching a glimpse of some freezing hunks of ice falling from the sky that can beat mother nature at her own game.
The beauty of the emotion you are filled with that instant times stops,
As you dance and twirl around in the snow,
Documenting in your heart that you've only wished a thousand times for this moment to come since the last time you caught snowflakes on your tongue.
That is not the work of mother nature, it is the work of human nature
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