Through the rounded pebbles
Along the babbling Brook
Floated away the paper boat
Away the sparkling water took 

The sky shook with rage
She cried, I felt, with no reason
And shook my hands at the window
With the changing of the season 

The bare branches sharp and brown
Came the fall among leaves all
Walking through the woods alone
I saw, the trees naked and tall 

Then fell the soft white cover
On all I once cared was green and brown
I shivered more with each passing day
Looking at the bleak white horizon 

I sat at the window as seconds passed by
Amazed with the mother nature
She shelters and feeds us
She truly is the mother of us all. 

Mother, are you there?