A natural world

by Parrish
(Canterbury)

This was no nature's fury
there was no wrath in the
bending reed, in the
tree's branch shaking
& the falling blossoms
were not tears torn
from sorrows grasp.
This was not divine
or holt petulance
casting it's toys aside
at some perceived slight
this was nature. All fury
was man's

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