From the meadow green,
Sweet flowers are blooming,
Lavenders pretty.

Daffodils yellow,
Blooming sweetly at my feet,
Opening their blooms.

Mountains of pure white,
Are beautiful in thy sight,
They are tall and strong.

Sunrises at dawn,
The begining of a day,
Quickly it ended.

Ferns sweet in the woods,
When you pick them they will die,
If you don't they bloom.

*~Marian~