Uphill Through the Pines

In the flush of hot summertime, I took the scenic route, Up a hill of pine trees, when all of nature was in fruit! All along the fragrant path, I relished that winding road, Swept away by multitudinous colors, beauty had bestowed! The dawn had grown so lovely, with its cotton candy skies, So like the debut of springtime, in its blushing surprise! And I was welcomed with sweet songs, into Birdland Manor, In the blooming golden age, of nature's youthful glamour!