Who are you? Who created you? 

Mother Nature created you Herself, with assistance from Our Father

yet you disrespect Her incessantly?

Touch your face; feel skin upon skin

Mother has given you what She can't have; physicality, awareness, form.

So when you next feel the surge of a cool breeze against your cheek, 

thank Her… not only for your being; but for Hers

For Mother Nature is everywhere, everyone, everything.

She is the formidable tree you climbed and conquered at just 8 years old

She is the briny blue ocean that practically swallowed you whole as you learned of Her crude                                    

warnings    

She is the juicy, sweet, crisp apple you bite into; the apple your last baby tooth finds itself stuck, separated from the mouth She gave you in hopes that you would tell Her story…

Will you speak of Her? Or will you rip every hair from your head,

Pluck your eyes from their sunken sockets, 

Dislocate your joints with vigor, 

Peel the skin from your dense muscles,

and snap your milk-white bones as you cry

"I have no creator!" 

Refrain; instead, articulate Her tale; otherwise

You will have destroyed, demolished, ruined Her 

for She is You.