When Nature Grows Angry

When Nature grows angry she spreads widespread fear
Of the death and damage left in her wake we we read of see and hear
No greater power than her the super power supreme
When compared to her so insignificant we do seem.

When Nature grows angry she leaves death and havoc in her wake
And the life that she gives at anytime she can take
Her Reaper with his scythe claims lives night and day
The young and those time have left feeble and gray.

Of Nature's ways little we can claim to know
And our wonder of her only does seem to grow
In all of her Seasons her beauty we do see
The Goddess of land and the Goddess of sea.

When Nature grows angry she roars through the town
She shakes and she blows trees and great buildings down
In her wake she leaves death and destruction behind
Yet she does not have a sense of what is cruel or is kind.