Mother Nature's Child

Mother Nature’s Child

She rides cascading silver
Down frosty mountainsides
She breathes in golden sparkles
Upon her joyous rides
She lives upon forever
Lost in the soul of man
And dreams of silver horses
That chase across time's span

She can move the mountains
Dry water from the sea
Make a seed come to life
And grow a tall oak tree
She can make a grown man cry
Just like a little child
Never turn your back on her
She's Mother Nature's child

She weaves herself a tapestry
From the dark of space
And uses silver stardust
With which to paint her face
She lights her way with moonlight
As shadows start to fall
And paints a fiery sunset
Upon the night to fall

She always sets the fashion
Like the turning of the leaves
Ev'ry eye looks to her
And ev'ry eye says please
She can make men want her
With a wiggle and a smile
Never turn your back on her
She's Mother Nature's child

She gathers in the strings of time
To clasp against her breast
And weaves a glowing sunbeam
With which to belt her dress
She listens to the music
Of nature as it sings
And paints a golden sunrise
And dreams of other things

She gathers up the lightning
From the stormy skies
And you can hear the thunder
See the flashes in her eyes
She can be so gentle
Or she can be so wild
Never turn your back on her
She's Mother Nature's child