The illuminated meadows,
Streaked with rays of gold,
Under the sun's glory
A picture painted bold.
Different hues of colour
Handled with tender care,
And the brightest stars pleasure
Is to watch the vista there.
Sunlight keen upon a jovial face,
Drawn with beautiful stroke.
Gay in this place to be;
This is where I lay my hopes.
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 12:01 PM UTC
The illuminated meadows,
Streaked with rays of gold,
Under the sun's glory
A picture painted bold.
Different hues of colour
Handled with tender care,
And the brightest stars pleasure
Is to watch the vista there.
Sunlight keen upon a jovial face,
Drawn with beautiful stroke.
Gay in this place to be;
This is where I lay my hopes.