Sunrise orange fills the sky
We wake to reach to push the ground aside
Healing sun came early
The March winds kept their promises of spring
Rejoice the birth of seasons
Miracle to bloom
A tapestry to blanket Mother
Open up and welcome
Drench us in light, bathed in morning dew
Child's footsteps closer
Nose gently pressed to sample summer's yield
Rejoice the gift of sharing
Colors with the world
A visually fragrant painted landscape
Anxious bee come rest on me
Easy breeze will take you home again
Fill the air with a pungent nectar
Sweet to breathe like a drug for your senses
Mother feed us rain cloud
And chase your gray to blue
Filtered light come dancing
And we begin to sing
Allow us time to grow
Mature and give our beauty
To sculpt the Earth in shades of natural tone
Time for life
Sandman fills our heads with song of cricket
Then leave us to dream in our quiet night
The romantic lure of Mother's perfect stage
No painter's brush could match her genius
Sleep to dream, dream to reach
To grow as high as elephant's eye
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