The sweetness of a summer breeze
A rise and fall of flutt'ring leaves
Golden light on waving grasses
A sunny midday comes and passes.

The humming of a bird so small
Against a sky that doesn't fall
Except on warm grey afternoon
Or a night with warm grey moon.

And now as snow falls all around
I long for fragrant grassy ground
A pond with pebbles on the shore
I trail my finger across once more.