Our Great Mother Magna Mater ❤️

Dame Mother Earth is fickle as she moves in mysterious ways
Her changing elements of weather are but constant come what mays
So she shines her sunbeams in amongst those bright blue skies
but then she sprinkles April showers from her cumulus cloudy cries
Yet only our Great Mother Magna Mater has the power to portray her glory
from yon wondrous world’s wilderness thru her sensational seasonal story

Her continuity of colourfulness she differs with diversities
Amidst such battles of bewilderment with her agonistic adversities
From Spring throughout the Summertime one enjoys her many splendour within the warmthness of southerly breezes to her long hours of daylight oh so tender
Then we are bedazzled and bejewelled as Autumn does appease, her russet canopies of woodlands are our canvas with scattered glorious golden leaves

Such a richness of ruby righteousness just before her Winter season when she carpets her cold whiteness of falling snow without her need for rhyme nor reason
Oh our heavenly presence how we salute the things you do making our whole wide world so magnificent with your astounding out of the blue
Our beautiful Great Mother Nature shall never ever cease as she provides our spiritual sensitiveness with her neverending peace