GOOD, kindly Mother Nature plays <br />No favorites, but smiles for all <br />Who care to tread her pleasant ways <br />And listen to the song birds' call. <br />The tulips and the violets grow <br />For all the world to gaze upon; <br />With beauty are the hills aglow <br />Not for a few, but everyone. <br /> <br />Her grass grows green for rich and poor, <br />For proud and humble, high and low; <br />Beside the toiler's cottage door <br />Her morning glories sweetly grow. <br />In palace or in tenement <br />Her sunbeams just as gayly dance; <br />No special charm to one is sent, <br />No favored few possess her glance. <br /> <br />Her skies are blue for one and all, <br />Her flowers for every mortal bloom; <br />Her rains upon all creatures fall, <br />For all the world is her perfume. <br />The rich man gets no sweeter smile <br />Than does the ragged barefoot boy; <br />Yes, all who live and love the while, <br />May Mother Nature's charms enjoy. <br /> <br />Ah, what a lesson we may learn <br />From kindly Mother Nature's ways! <br />A smiling face we seldom turn <br />To strangers, when we meet their gaze. <br />A kindly word we seldom speak <br />Except unto a favored few, <br />And some return we often seek <br />For every kindly deed we do.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-nature-85/
