These colors the rainbow does vie;
So radiant, this blue face, the moon does envy.
Silver clouds adorn this Spring,
Nature sings to her lyre with many a string.
The Sun takes pride, lighting up,
Stars attend these at nights so serene.
Our senses crave forevermore:
Could I but float like a leaf?
Over this valley of warm color,
And gently fall
To her bosom, for an embrace?
Her melody soothes
Our deep, vexatious minds;
Enraptured at thy sight,
Our quest for a heaven
Leads us back to her lap.
All we treasure is thee, as vital as breath;
This brook, bird, and breeze — only in you, they're all alive.
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