Mother Nature

Mother Nature’s not Demure,
Swings from Perfume to Manure.
Paradise to Tragic Mess,
Her Moods surely Cause Distress.

Why does She have those Moods,
Some Might call Her Attitudes.
Blizzards, Fires, Hurricanes,
It’s Destruction that Remains.

Milk and Cookies before Bed,
Might Curb Chaos in Her Head.
For We All should Run and Hide,
When She Wakes on the Wrong Side.

Toothaches, Migraines, Missing Sleep,
When She’s Grumpy It ain’t Cheap.
Maybe Answer’s not a Drug,
Perhaps just a Simple Hug?

I would Be the First to Give,
Where does Mother Nature Live?