Mosaics of imagination

Mosaics of imagination

I hear Mother nature as I listen to her bellow and amidst a stillness in her serenity she sighs mellow yellow
She smells so sweet as her buds are a’blooming betwixt boquets of beautiful blossoms and her pleasant perfuming

She builds castles in the air as her cumulus clouds cluster
Mosaics of imagination with every billlow that she can muster
Wispy woolpacks floating on by whilst whispers of her wafts dripdrop showers of cry
Dearest Dame Mother you are special to me as I await in anticipation with your ability

You never ever fail to fascinate 
Oh how I salute the things you do
Such sublime splendiferous intoxicate
Although you haven’t got a clue
With your pretty painted pallettes of perfection in the skies
those crimson sunsets and yon pink sunrise