"Mother Nature"

 "Mother Nature"
    By Emily Dickinson

Nature, the gentlest mother,
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest or the waywardest, --
Her admonition mild

In forest and the hill                                            
By traveller is heard,
Restraining rampant squirrel
Or too impetuous bird.

How fair her conversation,
A summer afternoon, --
Her household, her assembly;
And when the sun goes down

Her voice among the aisles
Incites the timid prayer
Of the minutest cricket,
The most unworthy flower.

When all the children sleep
She turns as long away
As will suffice to light her lamps;
Then, bending from the sky

With infinite affection
And infiniter care,
Her golden finger on her lip,
Wills silence everywhere.

       Emily Dickinson's poem "Mother Nature" gives a soothing and mild tone to Mother Nature. She is personified as a gentle care-taking mother, looking over her creations just as a mother would look over her children and protect them from potential threats, always being aware of every surrounding. "In forest and the hill/ By traveler is heard,/ Restraining rampant squirrel/ Or too impetuous bird." But, though her love may compare to motherly human affection, her elusive creations prove to be more spectacular than anything that could ever be created by a one of us.