Nature: Serial Killer

In nature's grasp, a tale unfolds,
A story of a killer, untold,
For Mother Nature, fierce and wild,
Is both creator and destroyer, styled.

Her floods, like torrents of despair,
Engulf the land, beyond repair,
Innocence she drowns, without remorse,
A serial killer's deadly course.

The fires, her incendiary art,
Burning forests, tearing worlds apart,
Innocent creatures, homes ablaze,
In her inferno, she sets the stage.

Earthquakes rumble, a deadly dance,
The earth's core, a lethal lance,
With tremors strong and ruthless shakes,
Innocence, she ruthlessly forsakes.

The deserts vast, a barren land,
She spreads her lethal, shifting sands,
With thirst, she leads her victims on,
In her arid grip, all hope is gone.

Rivers wide, a deceptive smile,
As they twist and wind for miles,
Beneath their currents, secrets hide,
Innocence swept away with the tide.

Trees and vegetation, seemingly benign,
Yet in her grasp, they intertwine,
In poisonous beauty, they enthral,
Innocence, they silently appall.

Mother Nature, a serial killer, true,
With every element, a different hue,
She shapes, she maims, she takes, she gives,
In her grand design, all life she sieves.

But remember, in her chaos, she's the cure,
In the darkest times, she's the allure,
A balance delicate, a paradox of fate,
For in her hands, our world does create.