Mother Nature
It's a cold cloudy morning in England
the winter wind blows with some force,
the trees are all bare and the flowers are fading
and it's England so it's raining of course.
Everything seems to be dying
but it's winter so that could be true,
in winter Mother Nature is breeding
so in spring what she shows is all new.
In springtime young flowers start showing
blossoms and buds fill the trees,
and to make sure they all show their beauty
she creates a warm springtime breeze.
By the summer they're all fully grown
and their beauty is seen by all,
but soon all the leaves will turn red and gold
heralding the coming fall.
Now in a rainbow of colours
Mother Nature shows us her best,
and before she starts all over again
she has surely earned a good rest.
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