Sonnet 01

She provides her children with idle games
She watches closely everything they do
And she loves to hear her children proclaim
Don’t ever leave us mother we love you
　
She shifts now getting rid of everything
She changes getting rid of her old form
There mother dear not there liking
Leave her to go inside where it is warm
　
Standing outside now in her dress of gray
She stares in on her kids bitter and cold
As they dream of things from another day
While there are caught in the fire’s warm hold

All though she is hurt she will still be there, for
Our mother nature is there forevermore

-c green