Momma

She always watches

blows kisses through the trees

the falling leaves resemble her cycle

sometimes quiet, but never idle

We fell for her long before we could tell who it was

she has no rival, don't test her, or fight for your survival

don't hurt her, or prepare for the dry spell

who caused those fires, she knows all too well

she needs no bells and whistles to be recognized

look  around, she's synthesized everything

there's no ring that would suit her, we are all her suitors

take a piece, and cherish it forever

  please don't make big momma change the weather.