The cool Summer Breeze.

The cool summer breeze.

I can see and hear the wind stirring softly through the springing grass, and the river flows like a stream of glass. Then I look and can see a field of golden wheat blowing in the breeze, and I see a row of trees with no leaves. As you come near, I can smell your sweet perfume; it hangs in the air. I love the sparkle in your eyes, and I want you by my side. The sun will rise and the moon must fall, but the fields of golden daffodils I can see and hear blowing in the cool summer breeze pays for it all.