The song of the moon fills the air, the robin in the tree too,
as there and then the crow flies to the west
Ivy trailing through the cracks in the wall and blankets wound
the old oak tree.
The smell of the earth soothes the soul.
Daffodils sway slightly as tree branches dance upon the breeze.
Daisies sprouting here and there, dandelions too.
The aroma of fresh cut grass moves freely through the air.
Clouds temporarily hide the sun, leaving a cool chill for all to feel.
Everything is alive.