Nature of Nature

Life and death, a cycle unbroken,
repeated over and over by all.
This is the nature of Nature.

Some praise her as beauty and mother
and love her as the goddess of Love.
But love is not who she is.

Not known Hate nor anger for one other,
but obeys what is the true nature of all.
Love and Hate are obscure, all she knows
is to destroy as she creates.

“She is love, She is Peace, learn from her ”,
Speaks the ignorant and the blind.
Or could they be the deceivers of our life?
For I know is she is not a she, but
Something marvelous indeed.

We catalyze and she brews, but
Death and Chaos are spawned in the end.
Hundreds of thousands at our hands,
but untold by hers.

Imbalance is her balance and
Chaos is her middle name.
Neither at peace nor the fight,
In endlessness, she reigns.

We wage wars with her but she never falls,
but we, the many, perish while she prevails and creates Anew.

She neither Loves nor Hates,
but flows with the infinite loop.
Life and Death a routine to exist,
As this is the nature of Nature.