Mother Nature ©Seaventeares/BPA

Mother Nature, when you weep

Spring will soon be here

Winter’s on his deathbed

And very soon, he’ll sleep

When you dry your eyes

And blow away the dead leaves from your hair

Your smile brings sunny skies

And breathes life into the trees

You show your dis-pleasure in definite ways

No-one can escape your icy stare

When you’re angry, your dark eyes blaze

But you show your love in all the hot, summer days