The gazing sun looking down,
Shining bright on the ground,
The grass you see is oh so green,
And butterflies hovering round.

There are flowers all around,
And no one but us to make a sound.
We can walk along this path,
I wonder where it leads?,
Walk a little further now,
And go behind those trees.

We can sit there on the ground,
Watching a flowing stream,
Water glistening as it rushes by,
No one around,
Just you and I.

Pretty soon it gets late,
There are glowing colors in the sky.
Only beauty and happiness around us lies.

By Suzanne Holland