MOMENTS OF BLISS

When I walk beneath the trees,
Upon my skin, the summer breeze
Blows gently, making me feel
The source of life, alive and real.

When I see the red, red rose,
My eyes believe, my nose knows
More than words can ever say,
To explain this beautiful day.

As I walk across the grassy lawn,
Blue sky paints a canvas of dawn.
Birds are chirping a musical sound.
The chorus of life is all around.

The shades of color, shapes and form,
The wind and rain of every storm,
What artist could conceive of this,
The ecstasy, the moments of bliss?