Blinding rays of sun
Twinkel Toes of Starlight
Mystical, magical almost invisible, sneaking past in the blink of an eye.
Nature speaks in many tongues.
Sometimes in a whisper, sometimes screaming like a banshee in the wee witching hours of the night.
We plant seeds based on Her moods.
Measure Her moisture, depth of Her snow, speed of Her wind.
When She's happy the world dances.
When She's sweltering in a hot flash, the world sweats with Her.
When She turns a cold shoulder, the world shivers.
As the world spins, mankind weaves his tangled webs of control (or should I say out-of-control) but Mother Nature rules.