“Here, child,” Mother Nature cups her hands and catches the rain, pouring what puddles in her palms over a pot of seeds. They suddenly burst, stretching up and blossoming into several colors. “May you bloom,” she coos, her fingertips brush the plant.

She moves onto the next. And the next. The next and the next. She buzzes around, planting, growing, budding, watering and feeding each plant. Vegetables, flowers, vines, trees, bushes, weeds and shrubs— they reach up towards her with a smile.

Strong and healthy, she watches them flourish around her in patterns of luscious green, bright yellow, velvety red, starry blue, rainbow violet and heartwarming pink.

Golden sunlight filters in through the hollowed stump she lives in. Butterflies flit to and fro, bees come and help, blue birds land on silent wings, worms dance in the dirt, leaves giggle at the tickling of the wind. Mother Nature smiles at her beautiful works.

“Now,” she says, her hands extend outward “Let there be a massive tornado.”