She Is The Great Goddess Of Nature

Her beauty it is all around us the beautiful Goddess supreme
And those not aware of her presence not very obversant 'twould seem
Her wildflowers of all shapes and colours her blossoming bushes and trees
The songs of her beautiful wild birds that carry in the freshening breeze.

That blow through the parks and the gardens and across the streets of the town
In the calm of the day before twilight an hour or less before sundown
The artists inspired to sketch such beauty the writers of it love to write
A play or a story or a poem for others to read or to view or recite.

She is the great Goddess of Nature my wonder of her only grow
Her beauty I see all around me but so little about her I know
The Goddess of the year's four Seasons the Spring, Summer, Autumn and Fall
Compared to her's human achievements to say the least seem very small.

The one destined for to live forever though on all of her life forms a use by date
Yet the one many see fit to ignore though some too her do celebrate
She is the great Goddess of Nature and she rules the Land and the Sea
And I feel lucky to know of her and her beauty is all around me.