The Willow trees are dancing again upon the gentle breeze
And the twittering birds are hiding inside the trees

As I walk along the meadow making my way towards the brook
You can hear it off in distance whispering to the skies

A flock of ducks are yammering as they float along
And the birds are singing their sweet little songs

This is my zen, the place I long to be
Walking with nature, feeling so free

The dragonflies are perching upon the typhias
And the frogs are sunning on Lily pads

Water Lily’s sweet perfume gently floating on the air
The sounds, the scents, the total of it all; it calms my soul,
gives me peace, on this sunny day…