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!