A gentle breeze flows through the winding hillside.
Violets sway and gently dance back and forth.
Colors so rich, one would think them all dyed.
A tapestry in all directions from south to north.
What glistens beyond the violets in the sun?
A brook that sparkles and gurgles a lazy song.
Birds dip their beaks to break the day’s fun;
then soar to the sky and play all day long.
Watching over the landscape, a deer is content.
Smelling the air, tasting a violet here and there;
she spends the day taking in the gentle scent.
The sun starts to lower on a day without compare.
Shadows slowly fall on the violets in the wild.
Looking down upon the sweet day, God smiled.