Wind breezes through the trees like a distant whisper in your heart

Water ripples with such knowingness, like that kid in third grade who pretended he was all too smart

Autumn, pretty leaves fall to the ground, oh, what an art!

Cold and winter, movies by the fire, snow is off the chart

Spring comes, hold hands and hope they never depart

Hot summer beaches, little kids selling lemonade on a cart

Mother Nature, the way she can make things fly by and hit you like a dart

Nature, oh nature!