Copyright (C) 2002 by L.M. Wong
Dommy dominaeprimus@yahoo.com
NATURAE by DOM
ARBITER: That which is swiftest may speak first .
LIGHTNING: My tardy twin Thunder , resent me not for my swiftness . Bear with me
patiently . I was made to streak . Seen as jagged slender strands , flashing
boorishly . A snippet of intensity . Tarry for a twinkling , then I?ll away
unlike the sun who burns through the life of day . My bolts set afire
inconspicuous shrubs of lowlands and I have felled towering trees . No
hiatus for hesitation ere the fateful sweep . Whipping lashes stay their
distance from compassion . Dart as I may I cannot escape being a herald
and accompaniment of Nature?s tempestuous ravings .
THUNDER: Clarion of the heavens . Faithful and boisterous shadow of bolting
lightning . Herald of advancing showers . Thunder I am named . I trail my
brethren so faithfully we are often thought of as one entity . Some fear my
bellowing more than whipping cracks from my kinsman. When I erupt ,
my sonic boom flusters and splinters quiet . To the faint hearted I?m the
dreaded heart jolter , after the flash . Even at my most subtle attempts at
whispering , my secrets are known across the plains .
ARBITER: A mite tardier than lightning but still promptly stated .
SKY: From the horizon upwards , lies my dominion . Whenever Heaven is
mentioned , I come to mind . Claimed by governments of the earth though
they are bound to the ground . Perhaps it is my Fate to literally be the ?air
of contention? . Mortals look up to me as they invoke , voyagers seek me
to discern course and location . I evolve from being plainly pale to being
bedaubed with every obtainable hue in the hours of diurnal privilege.On
nights clear , jewelled treasures wink and gleam on darkened backdrop .
When my mood is darkened , my state is overcome by sinister cloud
banks , a sure presage of intemperance . Winds growl ominously .
Thunder rumbles threateningly while its twin flashes and cracks its whip .
It?s violence ascending . Vexations or calm of the earth below , by virtue
of my station , I am privy to them . What mischief or righteous deeds of
earth dwellers , I am aware unless they be cautiously guarded , discreet in
manner , shielded by opportunely erected walls or foliage dense , I must
confess the confines of my notice .
WIND: Aye , yea to all that . But o'erlook me not for I mush roving evolving
clouds skywards any season . I have watched them in limber state or
weary with a load of grey . Mutating portions distancing , approaching ,
amalgamating with main hub of the herd . At the fancy of my exhalation ,
I lead them along a lazy trot , in prancing pace or at full gallop .
EARTH: Surface that sprawls till ebbing edges of sight . Lesser than the sea yet I
too am a host to life . In plainer terms ? The very ground that you tread .
Lush where dew and rainfall converge . My verdant glory thrives well in
temperate clime . None of the living will ever be in want unless they be
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