A breeze blows by
Carrying the familiar
Yet fresh scent
Of spring flowers a bloom

The sun rises into the sky.
It’s rays piercing
Through the clouds
Up high

Warming the day
And the rye
For all the butterfly

And then,
The watcher sighs.

Content
On the warm sediment
And in face of
Nature’s friendly sentiment

Suddenly all is well
And everything is swell
As time
Gently flies on by.