The mellow sound of a trickling stream,
and tall pine trees standing tall, supreme.
The rounded stone, by years was shaped;
held under water unable to escape.
The stream itself, just seems to flow
with enhancing beauty from the sun's glow.
The sky is blue and clean and clear;
the air is cool and spring is near.
Butterflies glide effortlessly past.
The summer soon will be here at last.
01/27/99 © "Chelle"