Posted 03 March 2012 - 08:44 AM
I've always been intrigued with how we humans believe we can control or beat Mother Nature! After skiing for years and living high up in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, I learned a valuable lesson that no matter what you do, Mother Nature will prevail and do so long after you've moved on to lower, tamer grounds!
So I was inspired by the feats of daring those who surf Mavericks, the battle between nature and humans! These people are like the "Top Gun" of surfers for sure, but sometimes unfortunately, they go down. Even though some have won, for now, some have not and you wonder if their day will come eventually if they keep challenging her. Even Gerry got a taste of the wrath!
After Gerry's encounter, I was inspired to express what Mother Nature might be thinking, if she could, when she see's those tiny humans on sticks daring her with their sport!
OF MEN AND MOTHER NATURE
Who are these men of Mavericks be?
How dare they challenge the likes of me!
And ride my wave as if theyíre fit
Then boast with whims to conquer it!
Iíve raise a blow with crushing speed!
My fist of fury they never heed!
Knowing not their fate's within my hand
Less significant then a grain of sand!
Let me show them whoís the bigger one!
With white capped swells from moon to sun!
They, with egos too big for their souls,
I laugh at their folly too wild for their goals!
May they all be damned! Such insanity!
And brought down to their knees with humility!
By the grace of GodĎs might and divinity
Iíll remind them of their fragile humanity!
Even those wise enough to stay on land
Soon witness my wrath, when too closely they stand
My amusement to watch as they scramble around
As my mighty hand raises then crashes back down!
So go tell your tale of some manmade glory!
Laugh at my might as part of your story!
Then brag of your feats, cursed be your fate!
Youíll realize your foolishness when itís too late!
For it is I who will win long after youíve gone
With my moon and my stars and my sea with itís song
My legacy holds no love for your plight!
You are nothing to me and will not win this fight!.
So, catch my wave and ride it high
And make believe youíve touched my sky!
Iíll allow you to think that youíve beaten me
Then long hold you down beneath MY sea!
Mavericks they call it, for their sporting games
In some act of ownership erroneous claims
Of human prowess over Natureís rule
Will rue the day when proven them fool!