The multi-colored butterfly who glides On velvet wings upon the summer air. Bees searching for the nectar's drink Wild roses in their radiant cloak of pink. The earthworm wiggles in the fragrant soil Squirrels bushy-tailed display no haste njoying a cone, labor of their ardent toil. Tenderly the field mouse nourishes its young, Robins in joy commence another happy song. What harmony resides in this enchanted place, Evoking memories of a long-gone time so dear.
Hearts fill with the most peaceful grace, That lives amongst the happy creatures here.
I saw a mourning captive rose Within a brilliant crystal sphere. Yearning for the summer's breeze where in repose, Butterflies would gently brush it there. A sky rejoicing when Sol spun a filigree of gold, Descending nocturnal spirits fanning soothing cold. Now silence where there was once a velvet sound. A joy so sweet, a mere fragment ignites a flame.