Saturday's morning...

Through meadows I pass
Quietly stirring nothing
except the dried grass
Below my feet there drying

The beauty serene
Taunting my mind
Of nature before me
Beckoning I stay and be

The garish sun is former
Now the cool is come
Nature; pure and better
Sweet in shape and form

I love this hibiscus
And that sun flower too
It defines my locus
Telling what is bad from good.

Sweet Saturday morning
Beautiful skies above me
Deep within I'm yearning
That always this canopy I see.