Mother Nature is a Lady

Nature is a Beautiful Lady

A beautiful dance just in front of me,

an essence I feel but can't quite see.

Fragrant flowers are her wanton desires,

gentle breezes her calming unselfish voice.

Sunrises and sunsets her vivid passions,

cyclones her spunky dander.

A tiny ant carrying a big leaf,

her hardihood.

Mountains are her brawn and sturdiness,

wild rivers her desperate search for the sea.