where the celestial season delights in the perfume shower of bright rose-hips

and where the wind flowers bloom to the daylight's sweet voiced spirit

the violet rain praises the quiet hills and fills the sleeping valleys

before the  swaying zephyr gracefully opens her pearly pinions

purifying the serene dawn from the whispers of resplendent silence

caressing the blessed wonder of everlasting nature delicate and sacred

drifting breaths of gentle tales with rosy flushed kissed memories

Where the heavenly wells melody songs of revivified distant oceans

Where i whistfully gaze in the mirror clear untouched blue sky

weaving misful silk strings of viewless wings to soar through of this blithe-faced art