Walking through the parks we see
Like the performer, we the audience.
Standing mesmerized, and in awe
At the spectacle nature puts on
just for us.
How separate and distinct we are,
or, at least, think ourselves to be.
Taking pride in our mastery of her,
Fearing the brief interludes when
she exerts her force,
Letting us know her true,
but latent power.
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