Mother Nature's Realm

It’s a well-known thing

That I worship Mother Nature

Like many more.

For her works adorn the sweeping panorama

Of our world.

From the mountain tops

To unfathomable ocean floors,

Lush rain forests

To polar ice caps

And boiling hot geysers

Her empire almost has no bounds.

Yet our planet is but a blue speck

On an endless beach

That spans the universe

And maybe multiverse.

For Mother Nature began her work

Long before our “Earth” was born.

She began from Nothing:

Some “Singularity” expanding

To form our Universe.

Clusters of galaxies were formed,

Swathed in clouds of dust and gas

Nebulae nurseries, birthing stars.

Light stars lived and died

To reform as heavy stars

With planets and moons.

So now we have a realm of worlds,

Nestled in the Goldilocks Zones of their suns

Teeming with water

And possibly Life.

The formula is everywhere:

Worlds, water, warmth, minerals

Carbon, Oxygen perhaps

With other well known building blocks of life.

Of life almost inevitable.

So we see

That the realm of Mother Nature

May well be infinite

And eternal.

We must help her as best we can,

Guarding our own health first of all

Then always seeking

To make her garden grow.

Paul Butters

© PB 2\5\2020.