The prettiest pictures of beauty are formed by nature's own.

Look out for it is free and always alone.

We may see behind a sky that's blue and bold

Shines a glorious globe of greatest gold,

And the wind which swirls in a wavy path

Blows the tears of heaven to create a shallow nature's bath.

And by vast flying vapours various moulds are made,

Slowly travel throughout the light and shade.

Then you may see the flowers and feel the breeze,

And watch and hear birds chirping in the trees.

And since our feelings are shaped by the weather

Reaching the summer's day mood is the greatest endeavour.