
Beauty but scary,
overworked, like a mother,
nature in full force.

Beauty but scary,
overworked, like a mother,
nature in full force.

Journey through nature,
wander to find your calling,
from bare to blooming.

Champions’ breakfast;
winter time’s sunny side up,
nature lover’s bliss.

Slightly faded blooms,
as mother, though tired, smiling,
brighten up your day.

On wintry mornings,
when all else but coffee fails,
take heart; spring’s coming.