ATTN: Poets! Please help.

This is my stab at poetry. It came about when I had a series of thought that I didn't think could be expressed otherwise. Since I am not practiced or studied in poetry, I would appreciate feedback!

We Are Locked in Cycles

Cycles are bad.
Nature is not a cycle,
nature is a force.
A cycle is a mindless repetition,
a force is in constant flux.
There are snowstorms in July.
floods in December.
The land constantly shifts under our feet
but we do not notice
for the vibrations rhyme with our own heartbeats.
A cycle is a series of pictures,
flashed over and over.
Pictures do not move.
Cycles are bad.