Mother Nature
It was carried on the air.
You could hear it everywhere.
It reaches deep within your soul.
Stimulating you from head to toe.
It has a fragrance with it too.
The smell of spring or morning dew.
Fairies dance in its glow.
You’ll speed up, then take it slow.
It is around us every day.
Stimulating in every way.
Makes the old feel young.
Making every moment fun.
What it is, you haven’t a clue?
The parade is passing by you.
Take some time to smell the roses.
Listen to the song it composes.
See the colors in her dress.
She always dresses in her best.
She spins and twirls all around you.
It is Mother Nature, always true.
—————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)