Nature's Play

• Clara Evans, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2015

Mother Nature pulls open her clothes full wardrobe, colours burst through
She casts her keen eye upon her vast collection, in her mind; a scene
Golden fields, blue skies, silk soft sand, crystal oceans;
the epilogue, heat.
The image, a dress, silent as the breeze, red for fun, such as Nature dawns
For such time may pass, the second act is unearthed, the lead then changes
Golden browns, orange, different shades of all these, create her beauty
Present beauty shows, within the great forest trees, shedding all they have.
In the centre stage, a silence takes the spotlight, the set transforms
And so part with it, a dress of frosted rock; blues, silvers, greys, whites
Nature glides across, laughter follows her flight, as glitter rains down.
Too soon, finale, and all are in a flutter, for her great entry.
Suddenly she's there, cornucopia of hues, bursting at the seams
The set filled with Spring, budding flowers, scented air, new creatures rise
Then in a flurry, flowers explode with gold flecks, velvet shards cascade
This is Finale, to the theatre of years, Mother Nature leads.