Where else can you watch rocks multiply,
Naked and unashamed, on rainy days;
Or witness strange organisms survive,
And even thrive,
On a diet of caliche, sun and dust?
Where else can you enjoy front row seats
For the opening curtain of spring,
When bare branches adorn themselves
In new foliage, sleek and green,
To serve as a backdrop for the light comedy
Of bluebonnets that dance in the breeze until
They are upstaged by Indian blanket.

Or feel the crescendo of the season
Orchestrated by sporadic dazzles of lightning,
Given with rounds of applause from thunder,
With the raindrop occasionally showing off its power?

Where else do turtles outnumber 
Humans in sunworshipping,
Or 10-pound catfish outwit the ardent fisherman,
Or white tail deer play hide-and-seek 
With imported hunters?

No place that I have ever lived
Has such natural amusement outdone
The best of manmade entertainment centers.

A season for every time.