God is a man, but<\/p>\n
Mother Nature is a woman.<\/p>\n
When I was younger, I used to wonder:<\/p>\n
who cut the umbilical cord of God and proclaimed,<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a boy!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d?<\/p>\n
But then I remembered,<\/p>\n
you can keep God in your gender, because<\/p>\n
Mother Nature is a woman.<\/p>\n
I thought it was because of the beauty<\/p>\n
of her baby blue skies, or<\/p>\n
the enticers of imagination<\/p>\n
in the whites of her eyes.<\/p>\n
Or how she could take a bulb to bloom<\/p>\n
to become a bed for the bees<\/p>\n
to come to be the fruit that<\/p>\n
she bore from her bossom<\/p>\n
to feed us.<\/p>\n
Or was it how radiant she looked,<\/p>\n
even in the mornings.<\/p>\n
How her sunrays rolled across your bed,<\/p>\n
tapping you on the shoulder,<\/p>\n
showing you how smoldering<\/p>\n
hot she was.<\/p>\n
Or was it because, like every woman, she<\/p>\n
had a wild side.<\/p>\n
How she could shake the foundations of your world,<\/p>\n
run circles around you or<\/p>\n
engulf you in a wave of<\/p>\n
untamed emotions.<\/p>\n
Or was it because, like a mother, she<\/p>\n
weaned us from the womb and<\/p>\n
when she taught us how to walk<\/p>\n
there was always and outstretched<\/p>\n
branch to help us up, or her soft<\/p>\n
sands to break our falls.<\/p>\n
Or was it because she led<\/p>\n
even the greatest of men to<\/p>\n
discover her beauty and<\/p>\n
uncover her curves by<\/p>\n
walking all around her.<\/p>\n
No, Mother Nature is a woman because we<\/p>\n
walked all over her,<\/p>\n
because like true children<\/p>\n
we ate the fruit from her bossom and<\/p>\n
spat it back in her face.<\/p>\n
Mother Nature is a woman because she\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a<\/p>\n
slut and a whore<\/p>\n
who gave out too much<\/p>\n
too often and cost<\/p>\n
too little to abuse.<\/p>\n
Yes we used her,<\/p>\n
like a possession we had to tame,<\/p>\n
and when like a grandmother<\/p>\n
she offered us wisdom,<\/p>\n
we manufactured it<\/p>\n
into something that caused her pain.<\/p>\n
Like a good wife she was<\/p>\n
expected to give up all her needs<\/p>\n
to please<\/p>\n
our economic dreams.<\/p>\n
All that anger we threw in her face,<\/p>\n
she quietly absorbed,<\/p>\n
in her veins, but now her<\/p>\n
blood is rising, and<\/p>\n
she can keep her calm for so long, but now<\/p>\n
the cool at her poles<\/p>\n
is melting.<\/p>\n
We impregnated her<\/p>\n
with the burdens of our artificially inceminated technologies.<\/p>\n
Our industries kick at her sides,<\/p>\n
putting pressure on the kidneys she once used to<\/p>\n
purify the toxins that now roam in her blood.<\/p>\n
As her feet begin to swell,<\/p>\n
we know soon her water will<\/p>\n
burst, breaking the levies we built to<\/p>\n
contain her.<\/p>\n
And we wonder why she<\/p>\n
fights back so fiercely?<\/p>\n
It is because we love her for her beauty and<\/p>\n
not for her brilliance,<\/p>\n
because instead of treating her<\/p>\n
with our civility, we<\/p>\n
implore the Lord\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s humility<\/p>\n
to control her.<\/p>\n
But such calls are futile, because<\/p>\n
God may be a man, but<\/p>\n
Mother Nature is a woman.<\/p>\n
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