It was a bright and sunny day,
the type that keeps the monsters at bay.
Although snowy and a little bit cold,
adventures waiting to carefully unfold.
Out there in the wildest nature,
you can meet the kindest stranger.
He is polite and he is always smiling,
......
I saw a stranger in the woods,
Who sprinted ere me,
With her lucent brown stick,
And behind her, there was a bee.
She was singing a lay,
That pulled every creature,
And I noticed her stick,
The lucent was of magic.
......
As I was walking in the woods, admiring the beauty,
I saw a brook that babbled nonstop, so incoherently,
Humming as I strolled the summertime most fruitfully,
I noticed gay purple hummingdirds, accompanying me!
A meadow revealed yellow butterflies so aptly named,
Swarming in the golden sunshine, wild and untamed,
Enjoying their moment of bliss, before sunset flamed,
Putting an end to the hour, that nature had acclaimed!
......
Meadow gold
yields a mass of blooms.
Lily scents.
Striped tiger
ambles among the flowers,
as birds sing summer.
Orange sun
touches everything.
Butterflies!
......
The silent echo gurgling down,
Through the meadows and the brown,
The white flicker of the moon,
Swaying shadows of the bloom.
The cry of the nocturnals through the barks,
......
Birds and trees beckoned
and like a rocket to the
stars, I was alone.
A triumph of fern green woods
in the glamour of stillness.
Lost in the vastness
yet God sees my every move.
Songs of the sunshine
......
black cat in the woods
wide eyed amidst greenery
and the wild chorus
Meadow gold
yields a mass of blooms.
Lily scents.
Striped tiger
ambles among the flowers,
as birds sing summer.
Orange sun
touches everything.
Butterflies!
......
I am wandering in the woods today,
Just after the daybreak rosy hues.
The path is so alive and lively,
With golden sunbeams in the trees!
I am walking near a vivid meadow,
And sunbeams embellish the blooms,
Offering them some encouragement,
To give off their delicious fumes!
I am wandering in endless greenery,
Amid the saucy sunbeams sparkling,
......
I saw a stranger in the woods,
Who sprinted ere me,
With her lucent brown stick,
And behind her, there was a bee.
She was singing a lay,
That pulled every creature,
And I noticed her stick,
The lucent was of magic.
......