A Conversation with Mother Nature
By Michele L. Hinton
I ask, “Where is Spring? She’s no where around.”
I’m told, “She’s buried deep beneath the ground.
It’s still the Winter King’s time to rule,
He has her on ice to keep her cool.”
“We must rescue her!” is what I say,
“So she can come to rule the day.”
I’m told, “But Winter’s snow of fleecy white,
When it covers the ground, it’s a beautiful sight.”
I say, “But Winter’s beauty is an illusion at best,
Spring’s carpet of green, is how the ground should be dressed.
I want to see tulips and roses and marigolds,
All the colors that Spring unfolds.”
I’m told, “But Spring can also be a deceiver,
And if I were you I wouldn’t believe her.
She brings pollen which makes you sneeze,
For many of you who have allergies!”
I say, “But I’m cold and snowbound and missing work,
My paycheck is smaller because of that Winter King jerk!
Shoveling snow and sliding on ice,
Is not my idea of giving life spice.”
“Give me the rain, the bugs and the pollen!
I’m tired of all the snow that has fallen.
I want to see Spring and basque in her glory,
Please, Mother Nature, heed my story.”
As much as I pleaded for Winter to go,
Mother Nature said, “You must deal with the snow.
Spring will come, in her own good time,
She won’t come any sooner, no matter how much you rhyme!”