Beauty of nature

Who knows what lies beneath the mass of meadows, dells and seas of grass? What groans within the puissant earth and echoes through its immense girth? What makes the river run its course? What power could sustain such force? The blizzard's kiss and fleets of snow to torrid lands where time is slow. The intense greens of pastures wide, the vivid blues of ocean tide, nothing compared to when One thinks of fiery skies, when the sun sinks.