What are these magical clouds,
That the full moon often rides;
What is this faintly scented mist,
That trails her flowing strides…
If dusk would pause her falling,
She would set the blossoms alight;
The robins would stop and stare
Till the dawn of tomorrow’s twilight..
She taught me to ask questions,
So many answers I never knew;
Her fingers combing my hair,
Shooting stars streaking in skies blue..
Mother Nature waits with patience,
For her to arise, spring us awake;
The brave shall ask forgiveness,
Honor her gifts, admit their mistake..
The gentle breeze blows off the lake,
Migrating geese lifted into flight;
Baby bluejays are long fast asleep,
FullMoon vies with tall pines for height..
The gift that keeps on giving,
May we pay forward with grateful hands;
Hundreds of generations we can change,
In our actions, their future stands..
#spring #fullmoon #EarthDay