The mumuring stream flows by the rich lush
Green pasture with golden strands of rays
Descending upon the vacant humming grass
Beneath the emerald tree swaying in a light
And scented breeze covered with fresh
The morning songs that spans clustered
Blossoms kissing soft the morning spray
Swaying warm the crystal dew glimmered
Among the lonesome cooing doves swiftly
Gliding down some mistless healthy tree
In the silent breathing of the sultry day.
Nature forms peace around my lover's lips
And soaked her eyes with the weeping sun
Disarming every fear that graced me in the spring.
Yet upon the slippery mountain slope,the heart
Will softly sing and the bees would gently hum
When I wear her sacred presence with my mournful eyes
By that vacant lot filled with butterflies
She waited ever so patiently with a delicate smile
With sweet pearls of joy in this glorious morn
Dressed with the warm flowers of May.