Natural beauty

A clear blue sky, clean
While the Sun draws a line.
The wind, stuck in-between,
And I, in the mete at time.

Sparks of stress uproot
For I unveil my leaves.
Spring takes up foot,
As rain settles, in scenes.

Glee, cheer and good will
These feelings I share
To you, my dear Amaryll,
I know, how you know - I dare.