Perfect Panorama

O sunny hillside of sparkling streams,
A place of paradise, lost in dreams,
O glittering dew drops on fertile land,
All of this nature's command,

O place of sorrow in such beauty,
On such wealth there is a duty,
O beauty that can't surely last,
So soon to come and quickly past,

O sweet scented flower of hillside,
Your splendour you so often hide,
O little bird of such sweet song,
When winter comes you will be gone,

O hillside made by greatest tool,
Thou art nature's finest jewel,
O Panorama posed perfectly,
I wish forever you could be.