Have you taken your time and seen the moon?
Oh how it shines, you could think it was noon
The wind blowing, the trees swerving with tune
The breeze, holding me back, taking me back to June...

I sit on my chair staring
My mind far and beyond adoring
If I could reach it despite the bearing
Maybe it would lead me to something daring...

In a garden soft and sweet,  
Petals blush where sunbeams meet,  
Whispers of spring in every hue,  
Pink flowers dance with morning dew.  

Gentle blooms in graceful sway,  
Painting dreams in the light of day,  
A tender touch, a fragrant breeze,  
Nature’s love in vibrant ease.