If Only Poem by Sophia White

The trees are columns today.
They are clothed in glassy green silk.
Up and up they tower
Above me and my little dreams.
A canopy they form with stained glass leaves
In which the breezes play hide-and-seek.
I play hide-and-seek with my shadow.
Butterflies flutter past lazily.
The stream ripples like liquid glass.
Oh, all is right with the world to-day.
All is right with the world.

If only the world were like this.