Mother Nature, the brain that controls
the well-being of earth and flesh,
our mother of charity and compassion
that oversees our development,
that obeys every command
of the seasons and the sun,
leans down and with her botanical hands,
makes way for the roots of the greenery
to rise up through the ground made
pliant from the.eyes of the sun and the rain.
As promised from the laws of the seasons,
the rotation around the sun, the giver of life;
every winter is another’s summer.
Every sundown is another’s awakening.
Every deep sleep is another’s wakeful hours.
Every dirge is another’s merriment.
Every dream is another’s reality.
Every seed buried beneath the snow
is another’s vineyard full of grapes.
Every harvest is another’s planting,
reassuring that Mother Nature is in
compliance with the seasons
and she is methodical, dependable,
strong, and obstinate,
and rooted deep
in the chronicles of time.