Flawless blue drifts,
Ribbons of white dance above,
Causing pleasant rifts,
With wings like a dove,
Today is perfect.

Vibrant green envelops,
Brown branches to the sky,
Air thick like syrup,
So beautiful it seems to defy.
Now we rejoice.

This cannot be repeated.
This moment only comes once.
Mother Nature cannot be defeated.
Fresh air fills my lungs.
Her beauty abounds.

Blue to purple to night,
Light tenderly fades.
Out comes to play the sprite.
It chills with the shade.
It cascades into the evening.

They dance and sing,
Under the stars on high.
As the light touches each wing,
They tiptoe light and spry.
They are the dreams of children.

"This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it."; Psalm 118:24