Is This Nature?

By Aljan Darkmoon 2008

On the air a soft goodbye, yet rain comes over the gray hills

I watch from a far, my yellow eyes glowing with each flash of lightning

Is this nature?

Such a thought comes into my mind…

The wind blows at my fur

Gently now, but soon it will be harder

Rain now falls, though lightly

As the storm nears, all still has become movement

Long ago, the wolf god Condior, created all

Though the world was what he wanted it to be

It was too perfect

So he created the elements of Earth, to forever destroy the world

Such a tale is that of a babysitter

Does Condior really exist?

Now the storm nears and I can now feel its strength

I do wonder, as the wind tugs at my fur, if this is really a creation of Condior

Though rain falls around me

And wind and thunder batter my senses

I remain dry for my fur blocks out rain

I feel no wet or cold