Nature (The Beautiful Monster)



Spring or summer, even autumn and winter

Tropics or poles, it’s a world of wonder

Life – the crown jewel, yet the sole bearer

The beauty of the family, no contender


Serene or beauty, that’s only the cover

An angry twin sister, hiding inside her

Dare not to poke, the sleeping danger

The upshot may ever, no less sinister


Alluring beauty, pleases any decent viewer

Fearsome beast, loathe to vex lying under

A brittle line, patently shatter if not ponder

It’s the sacred realm, of the beautiful monster


- SB - 




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