Mother Nature gives us all so many gifts
From lovely rainbows to wild flowers
Gifts that just keep on giving

I’d rather be a willow
Bending in a storm
Rather be a willow
Than an oak that breaks and harms

I’d rather be a dandelion
A weed that grows in any ground
Children like to pluck my blooms
And love to blow away my seedlings

I’d love to be a butterfly
Instead of a lonely dragonfly
I’d be wonderfully colored
And loved by everyone

I’d rather be a four-leaf cover
That makes one and all smile
Some think I bring them luck
They press me in their Bibles

Blessed so are all
With Mother Nature’s gifts of wonder
Winter, Summer, Spring, and Fall
Each area showing its own splendor