I lie down in the meadow then close my eyes
And when again they open, there is sunrise.
The crown of the grass is adorned with dew,
The crystal clear river flows in my view.
Soothing musical notes beget the serene melody,
The chirping of birds heals me like a remedy.
The dome of the sky is all the way around;
The fragrance of the flowers makes my life sound.
There is the pleasure in the pathless wood which calms the gloom of my tired mood.
The day has eyes, the night has ears,
They sense my soul and wipe my tears.
Every year we journey through four seasons;
Winter, spring, summer and autumn come out of their prisons.
The snow tumbles from the sky, the frosty sparkles begin to fly,
Squirrels and woodchucks go to sleep;
The snowman opens the window to peep.
The nature slowly warms up and the seeds crack open,
Fresh green leaves uncurl, the spring gets woken.
A robin hunts for the worms in the ground; the caterpillars crawl out from their eggs around.
The canvas is painted with the colours so arty,
The spring is nature’s way to say “Let’s party!”
The summer knocks and the butterflies flutter,
The grasshoppers, bees and dragonflies clutter.
Apples and plums grow fat and juicy,
The bellflowers remind us of a blue sea.
The autumn dances with the yellow leaves,
The showers of rain wipe away the griefs.
Wheat and barley are the farmers’ harvest,
The creatures store the food for the farthest.
