Mother Earth

The mother she is changing,
Right before our eyes.
In the spring she waters the soil,
So that the plants will grow.
Summer time she shines,
So we can play our games
Autumn is the time of harvest.
The time for leaves to fall.
Winter is the dormant days
For sleep, ice, and colds
This is the time
When Mother Nature is old,
This is the time for year to end.
It’s also the time for spring to come again.