SPRING TIME IN MONTANA
Seems like every year, about this time it comes,
And Old man winter knows, now his time is done.
The Robins show up, the blackbirds, their Finch friends and such,
While mankind and machines, spend most of their time being stuck.
Mother Nature comes in, and pushes the old man out,
And he being what he is, doesn't give up without a shout.
One minute it is snowing, looks like it will last long,
Next minute the sun shines, and the birds continue their song.
You can hear the birds singing, looking for their mate,
All the time wishing, Old man winter has met his fate.
The cows are all out grazing, chasing that sweet green grass,
The elk and deer are out there, hoping that winter has past.
The yard, the garden and flowers, everything that is dear,
Try so hard to come up, nourish us one more year.
The calves are all out running, doing their bad boy things
Look at those geese, they have all gotten those northern directional wings.
The lilacs and aspens are growing buds and flowers, so soon don't you hear,
Hope they don't all freeze again, like they did late last year.
The crested wheat is growing, giving hope for another cycle of life,
Me I am just hoping for a year with a lot less strife.
Living with Mother Nature is more than some people can stand,
Me, I look at it differently, Isn't Mother Nature Grand?
Seems like every year, about this time it comes,
And Old man winter knows, now his time is done.
The Robins show up, the blackbirds, their Finch friends and such,
While mankind and machines, spend most of their time being stuck.
Mother Nature comes in, and pushes the old man out,
And he being what he is, doesn't give up without a shout.
One minute it is snowing, looks like it will last long,
Next minute the sun shines, and the birds continue their song.
You can hear the birds singing, looking for their mate,
All the time wishing, Old man winter has met his fate.
The cows are all out grazing, chasing that sweet green grass,
The elk and deer are out there, hoping that winter has past.
The yard, the garden and flowers, everything that is dear,
Try so hard to come up, nourish us one more year.
The calves are all out running, doing their bad boy things
Look at those geese, they have all gotten those northern directional wings.
The lilacs and aspens are growing buds and flowers, so soon don't you hear,
Hope they don't all freeze again, like they did late last year.
The crested wheat is growing, giving hope for another cycle of life,
Me I am just hoping for a year with a lot less strife.
Living with Mother Nature is more than some people can stand,
Me, I look at it differently, Isn't Mother Nature Grand?
