NATURAE

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Title: NATURAE
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NATURAE by DOM
ARBITER: That which is swiftest may speak first .
LIGHTNING:
My tardy twin Thunder , resent me not for my swiftness . Bear with me
patiently . I was made to streak . Seen as jagged slender strands ,
flashing boorishly . A snippet of intensity . Tarry for a twinkling , then
I?ll away unlike the sun who burns through the life of day . My bolts
set afire inconspicuous shrubs of lowlands and I have felled towering
trees . No hiatus for hesitation ere the fateful sweep . Whipping lashes
stay their distance from compassion . Dart as I may I cannot escape
being a herald and accompaniment of Nature?s tempestuous ravings .

THUNDER: Clarion of the heavens . Faithful and boisterous shadow of
bolting lightning . Herald of advancing showers . Thunder I am named .
I trail my brethren so faithfully we are often thought of as one entity .
Some fear my bellowing more than whipping cracks from my kinsman.
When I erupt , my sonic boom flusters and splinters quiet . To the faint
hearted I?m the dreaded heart jolter , after the flash . Even at my most
subtle attempts at whispering , my secrets are known across the plains .

ARBITER: A mite tardier than lightning but still promptly stated .
SKY: From the horizon upwards , lies my dominion . Whenever
Heaven is mentioned , I come to mind . Claimed by governments of the
earth though they are bound to the ground . Perhaps it is my Fate to
literally be the ?air of contention? . Mortals look up to me as they
invoke , voyagers seek me to discern course and location . I evolve
from being plainly pale to being bedaubed with every obtainable hue in
the hours of diurnal privilege.On nights clear , jewelled treasures wink
and gleam on darkened backdrop . When my mood is darkened , my
state is overcome by sinister cloud banks , a sure presage of
intemperance . Winds growl ominously . Thunder rumbles
threateningly while its twin flashes and cracks its whip . It?s violence
ascending . Vexations or calm of the earth below , by virtue of my

station , I am privy to them . What mischief or righteous deeds of earth
dwellers , I am aware unless they be cautiously guarded , discreet in
manner , shielded by opportunely erected walls or foliage dense , I
must confess the confines of my notice .
WIND: Aye , yea to all that .
But o'erlook me not for I mush roving evolving clouds skywards any
season . I have watched them in limber state or weary with a load of
grey . Mutating portions distancing , approaching , amalgamating with
main hub of the herd . At the fancy of my exhalation , I lead them along
a lazy trot , in prancing pace or at full gallop . EARTH: Surface that
sprawls till ebbing edges of sight . Lesser than the sea yet I too am a
host to life . In plainer terms ? The very ground that you tread . Lush
where dew and rainfall converge . My verdant glory thrives well in
temperate clime . None of the living will ever be in want unless they be
severe unto themselves . Harsh where elements rave and abundance , a
rarity . There an oasis of ease and generosity is an aberration . Past ages
have seen me cleave continents into serrated portions . Crust peel to
chisel and shape . Some perish in the upheaval of creation . I