HER

I control the weather.
My tears are the rain.
I created the world you know.
Yet no one knows my name.

I am the trees that fill the forests.
I am the crow that flies too low.
My touch created the sands.
But who I am, seems no one knows.

You pray to those who claim my fame.
You deny the truth before your eyes.
But I forgive you my child for you were fooled.
In the wind you will hear my voice through it’s cries.

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[John the Baptist]

Are we talking about Mother Nature here, or is this some unnamed female deity trying to cancel Jehovah?