The fragrant smell on the summer breeze.
The hussle and bustle of squirrels in trees.

I feel the warm air against my skin.
A spider spinning her web so thin .

The collage of color before my eyes.
The flowers of beauty insects they hide.

A bird sings sweetly to his prospective mate.
She hears his song and investigates.

A horse in the meadow shakes his head.
beckoning his mare to rise from her bed.

Picture the scene down by the stream
Fish in clear waters their colors pristine.

Just a walk in the park taking a stroll.
I sit on this bench and eat my cheese roll.

chris