Mother's Giving Nature

Mother’s Giving Nature At the dawning of the day Layered greens flashed through gold The folds in Mother’s skirts Every creature does behold Her mass sparkling blue Above as below mountains Frilled in ferny lace or capped white As snow. No other quite so acquiescent - To us her children she gives purely with love Each tiny detail of nature hers to present Bountiful gifts she bestows upon us daily Not least seven seas and stars up above. When night falls Evening attire our Mother does wear Shimmering crown to ankle In moon lit despair Fear not Mother dear for your children do bear The darkening skies and nip to the air Lost in layers of comfort and night Grateful to be held in your wondrous might