She may destroy them, you know

Those flowers will unravel into a pile of natural ugly
That wildlife will simply burst like a pocket full of posies
Volcanos high and below the belt will twisp
These redwoods will cry timber
Their waters will crack and break from their own pressures
Their lands will shrivel in their gangrene
These buildings will be vaporized to rubble
Hills mountains and valleys alike, all bidets to her glorious behind
The mere scent of her scars will burn away the atmosphere
Galaxies will yield to her wrath, and carve themselves into her throne
After all of that she will smile

The people…now a memory.