Nature Mother
Nature Mother
Like the gentle touch of a lamb is a summer rain
That greens the ferns and perks faltering flowers,
The soft roll of thunder saying rain is near,
Receding when soothing drops start to fall.
Hot winds hide away when soft mists appear,
Nature showing her Mother side
With her own tender tears
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017
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