Whispering Pines blow, as the chimes hung above them glisten.
Plush green grass sways back and forth, as if dancing to the song of Nature’s glory.
The sun warms the meadows,
And the stream below flows as if tears trickle.
Morn has awakened, and has answered God’s call.
Blessed are we who enjoy it precious gifts.
For WE are the reason for its majesty.
Sit back, Smell the flowers, and enjoy.