Stitch, stitch, stitch.
mother nature's prized possession,
her artwork, her confession. 
Pouring her life onto the cloth,
a butterfly, and a moth. 
Stitch, stitch, stitch.
With every sow, new life is created,
Her vision which has been awaited.
Plants, animals, insects, humans, 
Each of these give their contributions.
Stitch, stitch, stitch. 
The world we know has been hand-made,
Years and months, it took days.
With love and care,
this embroidery so fair, 
shall be looked after with great care.
If not it may crumble,
wither and rumble. 
Stitch, stitch, stitch.