Mother Nature
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She sends light and warmth at the birth of Spring,
Seasons are obedient to Her call;
Nature's the mother for whom the birds sing.
She commands the clouds and the rains they bring,
ensuring Her forests grow straight and tall;
She sends light and warmth at the birth of Spring.
Summoning storms with the lightning they fling,
from a raging gale to a gentle squall;
Nature's the mother for whom the birds sing.
Unfreezing Winter when icicles cling,
and snowdrifts conceal the colors of Fall;
She sends light and warmth at the birth of Spring.
She shapes the Sun into a golden ring,
and lights up the Moon like a glowing ball;
Nature's the mother for whom the birds sing.
She's everywhere, controlling everything,
weaving misty droplets into a shawl.
She sends light and warmth at the birth of Spring;
Nature's the mother for whom the birds sing.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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