On Mother Nature

My wonder of her only does seem to grow Yet the more i learn of her so little about her i know i do know Everywhere i turn to look her beauty i do see At all times of the year everywhere around me I first grew to love her when i was a boy And learning of her ways i still do enjoy Her Seasons have come and her Seasons have gone But she the immortal will forever live on On our very survival on her we depend Yet we do not treat her as our greatest friend Her beauty is free for to look at and admire And of singing her praises one never could tire The greatest human achievements in comparison seem small To the achievements of Mother Nature the greatest of all.