Nature Vs. Nature The dark night whispers lulling words, unspoken, but somehow heard. The wind whirls violently as clashes of thunder strike again and again. The final time they meet . .       creating a tiny spark. The spark blazes brightly . .       new and innocent. Feeling, breathing and growing       more and more with each breath. Created by nature, but at the same time. . destroying it. Unknown to the danger it is causing,       it creeps along. It hungrily feeds on the crisp night air,     and thirsts for the dry autumn garden. © 1992 Renee