When softly blows a summer breeze
Which lulls the sleepy swaying trees
and gently ripples a lazy stream
held in comfort by mossy banks;
With cirrus frolicking in the wind,
Playfully skipping through the sky
And dancing round the lofty peaks
Of mountains basking in the sun.
A nightingale in a wooded glade
Sweetly singing to it’s mate,
While stellar light does softly kiss,
Seductive flowers on petal lips.
When trees caress the midnight sky
Cuddled soft in leafy hands,
And sway to music by the wind -
These are pictures God paints for us.