©2007 Ian Hobson

She watches while beneath white sheets

So many of her children sleep

Until the breaking of new day

When sun's breath melts the snow away

You know her name, you know it well

But who is she, can you tell?

With new beginnings comes new life

Green shoots emerge to find the light

Small creatures hiding neath the ground

She calls to them, with not a sound

You know her name, you know it well

But who is she, can you tell?

The pace of life, she quickens now

Men toil with sweat upon their brow

Birds fly to and from the nest

And flowers bloom at her behest

You know her name, you know it well

But who is she, can you tell?

For every hour of day and night

She slumbers not, nor looses sight

Of every task she must complete

While mortals worship at her feet

You know her name, you know it well

But who is she, can you tell?

Soon days grow short and nights grow cold

But still she toils with young and old

She loves them all, each leaf and twig

Each creature, whether small or big

You know her name, you know it well

But who is she, can you tell?

As leaves change colour, fade and die

And sun hangs lower in the sky

And, once more, earth is kissed by snow

There's just one thing you'd like to know

But you know her name, you know it well

It's Mother Nature, shh, don't tell