The Ugly Side Of Mother Nature

In days less responsible 
ever since the memory 
chooses what to remember 
I recall the woods and nature
my playground for all sport.
We dug, my friends and I
it's dusty brownish dirt,
reveling underneath the canopy shade
Of sturdy oak all those hot hot days,
while taking flight on our bikes
through reshapened trails of forest floors.
In lengthy years surrounding woods
was all we explored,
from mountainous hills
to cold tainted sewer creeks,
we'd watch from clearings unto the fields
scolding police carefully trying to sneak.
the animals and trees keeping secret
our most discrete actions.
I look to her good side
with eyes upheld to beauty,
Mother Nature's world was much 
of mine own for most my teenage years.

Excuse me miss
but would you please turn your head?
So we can now glimpse
that other side 
many wish not talk about
nor how I wish not to share....
her titan-ness wrath
screaming hurricanes
And tornadoes.
She cries hard 
rivers flood
homes descend into the mud,
in flames of burning rage
eating it's way through west coast woods,
volcanoes form like pimples
thunder and lightning moods ravish landscapes
ocean waves devouring villages
earthquakes toppling buildings
left to sift the rubble for days.......

Poetry may take us away
allow us to focus on the beauty,
I respect the fact
to every good side.....
there's most certainly a bad.