The brass coated tones of strings in the air
Elevate the music of nature, joy
And endless fertility in fields fair
Thus, the sleeping youthful bud trembles coy
The cadence of the whispering wind flies
And glides among the lilacs of deep blue
With each summer stroke, a petaled sea sighs
Reflected by green; devoid of mildew
For each careful petal holds for dear life
Against the zephyr in a meadow calm
Yet, the peace returns; the meadow is rife
With the beauty of nature’s work in psalm
So this, the eternal flowering land
Surrounds the tranquil world a vision grand.