The luminous sun gazed upon the meadow of trees,
silky blades of sage green grass carpet the ground.
Droplets of dew  scatter down the rocks, 
refreshing the dull, dry, flower crops.

Singing birds and river flows, 
drowning out the winds harsh blows.
As the flowers suffer through winter's, cold
Soon comes spring's golden glows.

As the blooming blossoms and leaves die down
the sprouting emeralds of nature's work regrow.