Serene, no reason to fear,
she (of whom legends foretold)
comes bringing peace, redemption.
Filth and agony wound, sear,
when Mother Earth we behold.
Her nature is seduction.
Woven tapestries appear—
merged by heat and forged in cold—
that reverses consumption.

Nothingness is purity;
undoing man's hypocrisy …
his total idiocy.

Nature extends her love, care,
when blossoms bloom superb, bold.
Mother states 'why' transition:
"Men think they can manage me—
my aloof sarcasm, cold,
requires man's protection.
They near their fall (it is clear)—
their grievous ways grow old …
no meaning to man's season.

Nothingness is purity;
undoing man's hypocrisy …
his total idiocy.