Mother Nature Is Her Name

She is quite amazing of her one can say
Her magical beauty around us every night and day
A beauty we do not pay money to see
Is all around you and is all around me

The artist on canvas paint her beauty and the writer about her write
Stories and poems for to read and recite
A beauty that is dormant in Winter and blooms forth in Spring
When her flora does bloom and her wild-birds do sing

No human magician as her quite as great
Since she has the power in her life to create
Life that her Reaper eventually does take
That many of us under rate her is our human mistake

For she is not always placid and serene
From her angry moods massive damage to be seen
She can shake the earth and blow great buildings down
And on her wake leave destruction and death in city and town

She was and is and always will be the World's number one super power
The one who can create a beautiful flower
But she also can leave death and destruction and heartbreak
When in angry mood behind her in her wake

On her happier moods her beauty does glow
Yet so little about her us humans can claim of for to know
Her Reaper is not one who respects wealth and fame
The one true immortal Mother Nature is her name.