• The bugs are crawlin'
    The leaves are blowin'
    And still no sing of Mom

    She lives life like
    A fresh breath of air
    Felt, but seldom seen

    The sound of a bird
    Singin' its sweet song
    Is her voice cryin' out

    Every tree and every stream
    Is hers to peer from
    Protecting those she holds dear

    The shadow across the Sun
    Is made by her woes
    Pulled and spun into clouds

    The rain is her sadness
    The sunshine, her joy
    And flakes made to sooth

    Even the Moon,
    Chased by its foe,
    Cannot live without Mom

    The shinin' silver dime
    Hung high in the sky
    Is a drop of her tears

    Stars glow bright
    Never-ending life
    Just like that of Mom

    And though it is said
    There comes an end
    For all things big and small

    My Mom is a mom who cannot die
    As she dances along
    The windin' wind