Mother Nature is wise

Woeful are thy withered woodlands carpeted leaves.. a shrivelled, shrunken surplus of wintery wrinkled sheaves..lay weeping whilst wailing in death’s dreadful demise.. yon seasonal, serotinal Autumnal disguise

Stockpiles of saturated, soaked to thy skin, lacking lustered, luminousity within.. Mother nature’s fall has consummated once more, she has completed her Autumnal cycle so camouflaged thy floor..naturally submerging into her soily earth.. biodegradable with all it’s wonderful worth.. she is her master, Mother nature is wise..as her waves of weathers she scatters from her skies

Whilst we are Mother Magna’s shepherds tending her fold, she sends unconditional challenges to have and to hold, tho at thy mercy of our Mother’s plight.. one suffer’s her consequences to battle thru blight.. pouring, pelting, ponderous rain, tho she realises our suffering so eliminates our pain.. she changes her clouds, her painted palettes of perfection.. our new day of dawning visual perception