Mother Nature is a fickle mistress.
She lured us in with her warm winds,
her sunny skies,
She made sure we were cozy and content,
murmured over us dreamily
with promises of the pleasures she could provide.
So easy to trick, we were.
Her embrace, removed.
Back turned, feigning deafness.
She responds to our pleas with icy silence.
All the while smirking,
knowing she has us now,
we can't quit her.
Mother Nature is a fickle mistress
and we are at her mercy.