• Gentley as the trees sway;
    The grass sings its soft melody.

    The wind whistles then goes away;
    Watching this scene must be a phelanie.

    Squirrels and chipmunks fiddle'n dance on the grounds;
    wings flapping and chirping sounds.

    Suddenley but softly the flowers chime in;
    Listening to this delightful music must be a sin.

    The vines twirl round; Making their way to the ground.
    The mushrooms start humming; The petals begin to fly.

    Everything goes quiet.

    I wonder why...