Nature Mother

That little girl's innocence,

Put me to questions.

Who painted the day sky blue?

Who fixed those clouds with glue?

How seven colours created,

That big rainbow?

How in the night sky,

Does the white moon glow?

Who taught those birds to fly,

In that sky too high?

Everything in nature,

How became beautiful?

Those little butterflies,

Why do they fly cheerfully?

To those questions of her,

This is the answer.

Those wonders she saw,

Are made by a wonderful creator.

Those were designed with precision,

By the Mother Nature.