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

 

Overcoming


She found herself among the cliffs 

     Where rock was sheer and air was cold 

     Where sun had but a shaky hold 

And snow piled up in restless drifts 

Where she was lone in trial’s midst 
Though struggle made her spirit sting 

     Herself she found amid the woe 

     Like dainty petals in the snow 

Adorned herself with lovely things 

And found more beauty lies in storm than spring