The clouds seem to give way to the sun,
as it generously spreads its warmth around,
the rainbow with its seven glorious shades claim the sky,
a sight to behold,
a sight to remember.
Passing the fresh spring,
that babbled amongst the rocks,
making its way through the twists and turns,
splashing and dazzling under the sunlight,
the mere sight of it would bring a smile on thy face.
Walking in a pale pink dress,
amidsts the flowers in the meadow,
humming the song of summer.
a young lass runs to tame her lamb,
giggles and laughter echo in the lush green valleys.
Soon the winds take over,
the clouds move to embrace the sun,
Thunder sings a glorious song,
as rain drops come dancing down,
as the lass is overjoyed by the sudden guest.
"Do not tarry, young lass,
For the stormy evening is upon us."
bellowed a voice from the woods,
grabbing her restless lamb,
she hurried to find shelter,
For by morrow, the sun would shine once again.
