• The rustling grass sways with the caress of the wind,
    Blushing a bashful silver in the warmth of the blinding blue sky,
    Reaching up to the glorious, shining sun of golden light.
    The clouds look down in envy at the ecstasy of the meadow spring.

    The fluttering butterflies coyly flicker from flower to flower,
    Gently pressing chaste kisses to the rosy petals of virgin florets.
    And the light-speckled trees shake their tall leaves in laughter
    As they whisper a soft song of summer.