Sometimes in the summer
I like to go
Down to the meadow
Where bright flowers grow.

I love all the colors,
And their fragrance so sweet,
And feel the cool grass
On the soles of my feet.

There’s a small grassy knoll
On which I can lie,
And watch all the birds
As they go flying by.

A path which I follow
Down to its end
Leads to a brook
Just around the bend,

It makes a nice sound
As it babbles along,
Playing the melody
For the meadow larks song.
Sometime there are butter flies
With wings bright and shiny,
And all sorts of creatures,
Some ever so tiny.

Here I spend many hours
Close to Mother Nature,
And give thanks to God,
Such a wonderful Creator.