Mother nature is a gift.
She sings with all her beauty.
Birds aloft with wings of green
And ponds with red n' yellow.
Fresh breezes rush across your face
And rain falls from the sky.
Then butterflies with violet wings
Sit down on wild vines.
The flowers are of many colors.
Red n' Blue n' Green n' Yellow.
Red for Roses,
Blue for Violets,
Green n' Yellows up to you.
Laughter fills the quiet air,
Where children often play.
And Dandelions fill the fields
With golden light arrays.
Soon birds aloft will go back home,
And breezes slow way down.
And you'll be home again alone,
To sleep in sheets of gold.
Samantha Williams
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-nature-is-a-gift/
