Mother Nature's Verse

Mother Nature’s Verse Minute after minute Hour after hour The poet sits Thinking Dreaming Watching the blank paper before them They wonder what their reality means Is it sad and depressing? Could there be a ray of light in the darkness? Where are the angels and demons who fill their thoughts? Are they needed or even wanted on such a day? The window gives hope and images that become poems Mother Nature’s unwritten verses There for a single poet to see Does the flower on the hill have feelings? What could it be thinking as it sways in the breeze? No one knows and no one cares The poet will watch They will think and dream They will see what others can’t And that flower will be the one ray of light The one to open the poet’s mind And the poem will be written Mother Nature’s verse will be sung All because of a window and a flower