The little girl in frilly silken frock so sublime

Ran in the meads of rainbow coloured flowers abloom

Nimble on her feet as if flying on wings of delight

Stopping to whisper to the roses in crimson bowers

Their faces covered in sparkling dewdrops as gems

Or to sniff at the fragrant bevy of lilies in alabaster gowns

Filling her tiny nostrils in puffs of alluring fragrance

Her roving sparkling eyes search for the cuckoo hidden in foliage

From where it sends a mellifluous greeting of love

The sun is a benign golden beacon showering aureate beams

In the silent lake of blushing lotuses in bloom

The crane stands on one foot lost in meditation

As the little angel curiously looks on

She laughs with delight as a  rippling cascade

When the moth flies beside her humming in its nonchalance

And at the slightest caress of fingertips stroking like a feather

The leaves of the touch -me- not close up

She chases the butterflies draped in gowns of spun silk

Painted by the nymphs and urchins

As they sip nectar from floral cups filled with ambrosia

She lies on the soft dewy grass covered with shed blossoms

From the benevolent arms of the trees standing calmly

And as dusk comes sprinkling hue splashes on the sky

Her day in the gardens ends as she claps in ecstasy…