The Two Faces of Nature

Nature wears two faces.

One sings of peace—
a still breeze, a soft light,
dew on waking grass,
the quiet rhythm of a heart held by grace.

The other roars—
with wind, with flood, with force unbound.
It asks no leave. It spares no ground.
It simply comes.

Yet both are true.
And somehow,
if we face the storm
and cradle the calm,
we emerge recast—

not just scarred,
but steadied.
Not just shaken,
but rooted.

For in its fury, the wild unites—
neighbors become hands clasped in care,
hearts turn to prayer,
touched by grace.

And so we rise—
not just scarred, but stronger,
in the stillness where courage takes root,
learning nature’s dance together.