Mother

She rode the southern winds,

set down in the north

on Azaleas once again,

warms little buds as

they scream in their birth

and spring into blooms

-colorful bursts.

Delights for all

beholding landscapes.

Now she's off in a cloud

with the seeds of love

wooooosh

to love you true.

(and she does with a passion)

She weeps tears of youth,

makes rainbows scenic.

Warms your heart

you’ll know she is there.

Adorned with bouquets

...this banquet is for you.