Sometimes a wild god...

 
 
A strange aura permeates  
the forest today. The great oak
lowers its branches to allow
squirrels to disembark.  
The rivers stop their flow  
to allow the deer to cross.
Aberrations of nature and  
antics of a wild god.
 
The face of the mountains
reverse. Snow fills the valleys  
and the mountain tops are green  
with pines and bright with  
wildflowers. Winter in the valley
summer on high. Humor of  
a wild god.
 
Cities feel the wrath. Rivers
are moved. It’s now 5th Avenue  
River and Hudson Highway Road.
Central Park is now mid New York
Lake. Where is the benefit. It’s  
found only in the pleasure of a wild god.
 
Oceans fill from glacier melt. The land
is flooded and people live only on
mountain tops. Species go extinct.
Fresh and salt waters mix into brine.  
The toxic takes its toll, all becomes still.
Now the wild god is frustrated. He has
destroyed his toys, beaten himself at
his own game.
 
People are created without souls or
hearts. They are imbued with the  
will of the wild god. They roam in
packs looking to upset the natural  
order. They are drawn back to the  
bush of life by the will inside each.
The bush blooms beautifully and sings
to calm the wills. Suddenly the music  
stops, the bush wilts and crumbles.  
The wild god laughs!