WHEN THE ICE MELTS
THE SNOW ALL GONE
AND THE COLD FROST
LEAVES THE GROUND,
IT’S NATURES’ CALL.
WHEN THE RAINS BEGIN
THE FLOWERS TO BLOOM
AND THE TREES AND GRASS
TURN TO GREEN,
IT’S NATURES’ CALL.
WHEN THE STREAMS SWELL
THE RIVERS RUNNING HIGH
AND THE WARM SUN
BRINGS LIFE TO ALL,
IT’S NATURES’ CALL.
WHEN ALL THE ANIMALS
WITH THEIR YOUNG BORN
AND ALL THE INSECTS
SPREADING THE POLLEN,
IT’S NATURES’ CALL.
WHEN THE STORMS CRASH
WITH THUNDER AND LIGHTNING
AND THE WINDS BLOW
GENTLY OR STRONG,
IT’S NATURES’ CALL.
WHEN LEAVES TURN COLOR
FALLING TO THE GROUND
AND THE LONGER NIGHTS
BEGIN TO COOL,
IT’S NATURES’ CALL.
WHEN THE BLIZZARDS HOWL
BLINDING AND FREEZING ALL
AND THE SNOW BUILDS
INTO HIGH DRIFTS,
IT’S NATURES’ CALL.
WHEN A YOUNG LAD
GROWS INTO MANHOOD
AND HIS THOUGHTS
TURN TO LOVE,
IT’S NATURES’ CALL.
COMPOSED….APRIL 30, 1995 BY WAYNE J. WAGAR