Mother nature

“Mam’ma who paints the pretty colours in the heavens up above ?” “Oh that’s Mother nature, she waves her magic wand my Granddaughter love” 
“But how does she make a rainbow with an arc across the sky ?” “Well you see my child her sunshine sprays those rainbow colours from her raindrops way up high”

“Wow Mam’ma does Mother nature own the weather?” “Yes she is the reason for our seasons all together” “Have you met Mother nature Mam’ma, is this lady very nice ?” “Oh yes my little dear she’s as nice as paradise”
“Every single thing that is natural amidst our land and below the sea, they are all from Mother nature’s hands with her amazing ability”