Mother Nature

I wonder what Mother Nature looks like. Maybe she expresses herself with flowers and dew-drops, but what does she really look like? What lies inside her hidden heart? Perhaps endless laughter, or maybe the scent of jasmine. Maybe she is an ugly old hag, but which a childish heart, loving beauty. Suppose she made nature beautiful just to torment us when we are about to die, not wanting to leave this world? Or to chide us, daring us to cut down a tree. She loves rhythm, as the sun and moon have shown us. Only to a few people does she reveal herself to, only to a few civilizations. The Native Indians were among them, and unfortunately our civilization has not been favoured by her.
Or has it? Surely, nature is disappearing fast but isn't nature our surroundings? So isn't nature always with us, no matter where we are? Aren't we just changing nature's rules a bit, bending the wire? Challenging Mother Nature's boundaries, seeing how far we can go before she finally gets angry at us and lashes out? Nothing ever stays the same, so does it really matter if we build a few buildings, and chop down the Amazon's trees? Does it?