Bluebells to Crocusus, from poppies to
the pussy willows of early March, still are
so significant of what Mother Nature can
bring us, it can only be appricated from
which corner of the earth we are located
Blustery winds, accompanied with damp
drizzily rain, inwhch makes us all want to
curl up with a fire and a good book, however,
for lillies of the valey, it means their thirst is
quenched, and enabling them to bloom so
much happier, the roses love to hold the
mist on their leaves to feed the newborn
buds a refreshing drink to enchance the
bloom of their ever so welcomed first
bud of the season
Effervestently one by one the liliacs now
are blossoming out with a violet hue of
lavender, throughing off the hint of
its fragerance as the wind genlty
touches its leaves
If time stood still, woudn't it be a Nature's
Wonder if we all could live in the newborn
of spring accompanied by the endless
hills of Mother Nature's Gift To Man......
Bonnie Collins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-nature-s-gift-to-man/
