Walks along the endless trails
Amidst dandelions and daffodils
Pansies and petunias at last
Fill the air with sweet finesse
Colors bright with radiant hues
Yellows, greens, pinks, and blues
An assemblance of their beauties scent
For the utmost and their betterment
As with landscapes and with wishing wells
Fairy dust and witches spells
Plush green grass and tall thick trees
That make a Sunday walks so calm; serine