Dear Mother Nature 🌹

Who whistles thru that windiness within the wraths of winter cries?

Who on earth pulls and pushes the ebbing tides to and fro the shore?

Whilst those breaking waves crash against the rugged rocks, with a ruckus and a roar

How does tiny scattered seedlings produce yon beautiful bloom?

And emit those pungent smells from the sweetest of perfume

I know of Mother nature, yet I have never ever seen her face

Though I feel her presence on a sunny, summers day, within her warm embrace

Awww but I am truly humbled by her beauty, ever single second of the day

She could never be invisible with her seasonal portray

So I thank our dear Mother nature, from the very bottom of my heart