Our artful Mother

Through my window,
I watch leaves cascading
and swirling, in the
gentle breeze.
sort of saying farewell
to their birth right
trees.

Slow, in motion to the
ground they fall,
Mother Nature has
opened her magical
door.
With brush in hand
she strokes with graceful
beauty to
colour our land.

Up on my feet, I
applaud a standing
ovation,
to honour this wondrous
and magnificent
unique - creation.

A spectacular fete given
to us all for
free!
which impels my yearning
heartfelt plea...

Us humans to love
and respect our amazing
earth,
so that our children's-children
can experience too
her seasonal
re-birth!