Father Nature

In cold of season, leaves do change
From brown to red, the winter range
In dark of day, when skies are black
And light of night, the sun is back
Wind blows north from left to right
The south rising sun remains a sight
Spring to Autumn it is we go
The rain pours down revealing snow
Iceburgs melt in winters cold
Flowers die in warmth of old
From death to birth it is we grow
We reap the seeds from plants we sow
He sits upon his mighty perch
Wreaking havoc upon the earth
All that breathes and life does give
Tis his duty to contradict
No mortal soul old age shall make
Each aching heart his turn to break
All you know he will reject
The fate of yours his too predict
Rivers flow against the grain
Towards the sky from below it rains
Rage and fury he will instill
Sadness and dark your mind to feel
He is her opposite, he is her black
Father Nature... he turns his back