The Sun/Cloud Liaison

The quintessential partnership.

How matriarchal the sun,
patriarchal the clouds,
Parenting as they do
Nature’s many needs.

Always on call,
Like a healer-team
Mixing the elixir of life,
Readying proper times,
Fulfilling duty’s myriad demands.

At times…

Humans curse this seeming abject conflict
Of chameleon essence,
Forgetting Nature’s free will is just that,
A dichotomy of purpose—
Reality’s idiosyncratic singularity,
Nomads of the natural process,
Facing each other,
Often on battlefronts.

Yet…

Like any natural instinct,
Sun’s raging fire,
Forever giving needed light and heat,
Knows earth’s rotation,
Carrying its water worlds
Of spent frigidity,
Must let rise its evaporate escape,
Obeying Nature’s request,
Feeding the ever-hungry atmosphere,
Satiating clouds’ appetite.

Earth’s open heart enfolds the saturation
Atop the soil,
Splashing skyward,
Drenching all huddled close.
Man,
Flower,
Tree,
Animal,
Especially life’s unloved weeds,
Never ignored of rain’s compassion.

Still…

In some lands,
This vaporous appetite becomes voracious,
Rendering hurricanes,
Typhoons,
Tornadoes,
And floods,
Bringing the mantle’s frequent mania contrite,
Reminding all that what seems destructive,
Might be Nature’s passionate lament for forgiveness.

Without Nature’s ever-volatile liaison of passion and duty,
The planet’s existence would merely be
The zero sum of naught,
A vacuum of nothingness.