
Hey Nature
You are quite a painter!
For months you spread color
To enliven the decor;
From your infinite palette
Emerge creations to suit every palate;
When you paint a picture
’tis always pretty as a picture;
Then you whiten the canvas
And we ponder if it’s our loss;
We seek reason
You provide season;
Thence you start all over
We wait to behold that future!