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