My favorite place, is on a knoll above the meadow,
Under a dogwood tree, wrens flying in the dayglow,
Reading, picnicking, or enjoying the midday snooze,
Or seizing upon canvas, the butterscotch and blues.

Gay blooms crowd the summer, to daydreams' delight,
And butterflies roam so slowly, towards moonlight!
Bronzed days are lustrous, in a precint of silence-
The sun rose blush at dawn, and it hasn't set since!