Nature is my mother
she has held my hand and wiped my tears 
in dew covered blades of grass she carries me 

nature is my mother 
covering me through the winds
and showing me to have faith in new beginnings 

nature is my mother 
in old trees that have fallen 
and springs that wash my bloodied mind

nature is my mother 
and in her frail moments 
I hold her hand and wipe her tears 
through winds of change

nature is our mother 
and we are children of the Earth