I stride along a placid path. I catch a whisper in the grass.
Fairies babble in the thick of the Trees,
Swoosh the Wind in the sky
A calm buzz by the bees.
One day again, when Summers die,
Away again the fairies fly.
Ice forms that smooth shimmer on the hushed cold nights.
The snow falls from a height.
But now the grass tall does sway,
The sun releases its calming ray.
The Blackbird hums its calming tune
The water glides on this warm day in June.
A bird wings sweeps the brush away.
Oh! How I love those summers day.