Nature will out, it may not be pretty.

They will pull you in, lure you

With blossoms and scents, stunning

And alluring, all the while keeping 

A card metaphorically up its sleeve, 

Waiting to play it, it being the deluge,

The drought, the tsunami, the quake;

Oh, it is pretty when it is pretty, 

Oh, it is ugly when it is not; and we

Can do nothing but play along,  

Glory in the visuals and inhale

The alluring while they are here, 

And they are here, but it is a tease,

The card is a joker, the joke is on us.