To Mother Nature

If I may only have one talk,

With the, the Lady of the trees,

I’ll ask how makest thou thy walk

Through meadow flow’rs and songs of bees

 

Tell me, mother of the birds that sing,

How thou canst pass this green earth by

And never cease thy traveling

To stop and tarry at spring’s side

 

For hotter months come all too soon

And I would have thee cease the spin

Of nature’s suns and winds and moons

To taste the spring I revel in

 

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