Sunrise orange fills the sky We wake to reach to push the ground aside Healing sun came early The March winds kept their promises of spring Rejoice the birth of seasons Miracle to bloom A tapestry to blanket Mother Open up and welcome Drench us in light, bathed in morning dew Child's footsteps closer Nose gently pressed to sample summer's yield Rejoice the gift of sharing Colors with the world A visually fragrant painted landscape Anxious bee come rest on me Easy breeze will take you home again Fill the air with a pungent nectar
Sweet to breathe like a drug for your senses Mother feed us rain cloud And chase your gray to blue Filtered light come dancing And we begin to sing Allow us time to grow Mature and give our beauty To sculpt the Earth in shades of natural tone Time for life Sandman fills our heads with song of cricket Then leave us to dream in our quiet night The romantic lure of Mother's perfect stage No painter's brush could match her genius Sleep to dream, dream to reach To grow as high as elephant's eye