Pièce de résistance 💙

As soon as I look out of my window pane, there she is with her weather changes as they wax and wane

Then when I take a drive to the coast, now I think this is where our great Mother nature excels the most

As she paints her oceanic canvas from the shades of her sensational sky..yet the colours never, ever look the same as her cotton wool clouds pass on by

“Well dear Dame Mother Earth” I hear myself say, as I stroll through her valleys with her hills of array

“Is there no end to your talent ?” and I listen to her breeze, as she answers me immediately rustling yon leaves through her trees