My Name Is…
Listen to my song, my rhythm
Understand me
Instead of writing over me
With your superiority-led script
And your funny ideas and ethics-less experiments
Of “what could possibly go wrong”
To subvert and control me
Making me into what you want me to be
Use fear all your want
It won’t work on me
For I am Mother Nature
I only respond to forces and stresses
Imposed upon me
I am indifferent
I offer you
A song
To guide you
To grow you
To connect you
With everything that is on
Planet Earth
Try with all your might
To overwrite my script
Your narcissistic superiority
Will draw you
An army of narcissists
To do your bid
I am not your conquest
I am not for you to exploit and control
I am the hand that feeds
And nourishes you
Destroy me if you wish
But you will not have me again
For I am too complex
Too intricate
Yet also so simple
If you would only listen
Listen, Listen
To my song
Simply listen
And listen closely
Your inner song is the same
No matter how hard you try
To overwrite that
Because you think I’m not good enough
My name is Mother Nature