Mother Nature

Like a breath of fresh air,

She brings the noisy flowers

And busy bees of spring.

Then she brings days as hot as the sun

and nights bustling with life.

She next acts as a lanscaper, 

Changing leaves boisterously vibrant colors

Into decomposing memories.

She then showers snow down

Like sprinkles on ice-cream.

Don't upset her,

Or she may change her course

And bring devastating storms to teach us a lesson

And make up appreciate her vigor.

Being a mother, she delicately alters the seasons

Like an artist making their masterpiece.