A cold summers night, with rain pouring down the windowsill
The earth is being cleansed, claiming victory of a rebirth by morning.
The sun will rise in the east and the new day starts by dawn.
Take heed in the morning dew, these gifts of nature have been handed unto you.

Time has no boundaries and the sky has no limits
Daylight forces no battle with night, they only share equal rights.
Wild flowers grow with freedom they inherit, while wild animals fall victim to prey.
Nature is communicating all around us, as the world keeps spinning to conclusion.

The changing of the season brings hope for the future
A new time is beginning, folding the past into a pocketbook of memory.
Some creatures will rise to the occasion, leaving others to falter
Mother nature is calling, calling for change.

Gone today, but still here for tomorrow,
We store away the experience, reclaiming our presence.
Nature will cultivate itself, like the soul reimburses the spirit.
We join the facts of life, with the opening of each new day.

Realm of nature,
Sparks a conversation with thought.
All on a cold summers night, with rain pouring down my windowsill.