So now she sleeps our mother

Frosty the crystals that fall to the ground
A thin layer of white is seen all around
"Winter is coming", the creatures will say.
"Let us make ready for chill comes our way".

Frozen in time now, the plants, once so green,
Sleep in the winter; how somber the scene.
Appearing so lifeless, yet lifeless they're not:
Plant-lets and trees respond as they ought.

See how the squirrels are gathering their food
Scrambling and digging and working as should
All of the universe is as busy as can be
Preparing for the winter and all it will see.

Soft are the soundings that rise from the earth
Rest is what's needed if Spring brings rebirth.
All of the colors once strewn everywhere
Are replaced with the tones of a wintry air.

So now she is sleeping our "mother"  again
Growing in the silence that's deep down within
Waiting the rousing of the seasonal wind
That tells  her of Springtime and flowers again.