Mountains stand tall,
Turned grey with age
But keep white party hats still.
Forests fill the world with green.
Then, they blush red,
As Winter wraps them in white.
Veins pump water round the world.
Water merges to form pools
But always returns to the heart.
Grassland refuses to cut her hair,
But horned, tall and striped dwellers
Enjoy mowing it down.
Volcanoes stand tall,
Turned black with rage
But calmly sleep for years on end.