All winter, nature’s waiting in the wings;
waiting for her big chance to shine and sing.
You’ll see, she really is a superstar;
Spring’s a technicolour spectacular.
All winter nature’s so reserved and shy
but then spring hits you right between the eyes;
blossoms and flowers; birds and butterflys;
so pretty it’ll make you want to cry.
And when you see her,
it’s so hard not to
fall in love.
When you’re kissed by a
sunset or touched
by a dove.
When you are with the
boy or girl you love
hold them tight.
That’s mother nature, too.
Filling your heart
with sweet delight.
All winter nature has been so modest,
but bursting out of springs bright green bodice,
that’s when you suddenly feel the oddest
sensation that you’re facing a goddess.
All winter natures been a bride but soon
comes the spring and she’s on her honeymoon;
when springtime strips away her white cocoon
like love’s first kiss, you’ll feel the bliss of June.
And when you see her,
It’s so hard not to
Fall in love.
When you’re kissed by a
Sunset or touched
By a dove.
When you are with the
Boy or girl you love
Hold them tight.
That’s mother nature, too.
Filling your heart
With sweet delight.

Comments
maisie | May 13, 2011 - 16:43
lovely - feels so lyrical,almost two poems mixed up, really neat to read.
skinner_jennifer | May 13, 2011 - 17:43
Hi well-wisher,
this is so beautifully written, it took my breath
away. I really think this is one of my favourites
of yours. It's so very spiritual and full of love,
right up my street, so to speak.
Thankyou for a beautiful read.
Jenny.
well-wisher | May 13, 2011 - 19:33
Thanks Maisie, I often feel that there aren't enough songs about nature. Although it's a popular subject for poets; Songwriters mostly seem to focus upon the area of human relationships.
My favourite nature song, I think, is 'Annie's Song' by John Denver although even that is a love song.
well-wisher | May 13, 2011 - 19:34
Thanks, Jenny.
I do feel that it would be a good thing if we could all have a relationship with nature, the way that we have a relationship with a friend; a relative or a lover because I believe that it is our mother but that the human race has become like the kind of child that moves away from home and never writes or phones.
Glad it was up your street,thanks for your lovely comment.