Isn't it strange?

Every blooming flower
Unfolds its power.

Every tree so impenetrable,
And I'm so questionable.

Something's off,
And I feel so tough.

The roaring wind
Pierces my mind.

What a beautiful thing is nature,
It's a real danger.

And I'm not scared to ask:
What is this exquisite angel
Behind this mask?
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