Mother Nature
I see her everywhere I go
Mother of the earth, splendid soul
Filling everywhere with her harmonious presence
Holding everyone on an irresistible reverence
She dwells in the sky above, so blue
With the smiling sun and the silvery moon
Up there, she is a graceful goddess
Clothed with the rainbow, ready to bless
In the fluffy-frilled flowers do I see her
The butterflies commend the taste of her nectar
And her rose is a symbol of happiness
So beautiful is she that all adore her dress
She dances in the movement of the trees
Whirling round and round in an enchanting bliss
The singing nightingale, the violin-voiced canary
Tells us more of her musical tendency
In the heralding cuckoo, in the clarion call
In the waving sea, in the gushing waterfall
And that of the sweeping gentle breeze
Do I hear her fluty voice that never cease
Mother nature, your beauty surpasses all
Nothing can change that, nothing at all
No wonder the poet forever extols you
And the artist keeps on painting you.
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