A light breeze with its cooling powers,
Blesses the tulips on the bowers.
The wild winds wake the wind chime;
The torrents sparkle like a river of dimes.
The dazzling sun sets, as the sky begins to blush;
Night spreads over, quickly, with a hush.
The grass-green trees gift us a shade;
The sky’s orange light gently begins to fade.
The bluish ocean glows lustrously in the moon;
The burning sand glistens ad the desert forms dunes.
The dark spruces lead us, to a maze of trees;
We find our way out, by feeling the north breeze.
The cold, high mountains freeze us in frost;
Though we find our way down without getting lost.
These things are stunning, that is for sure;
For these are the things that make the earth so pure.