The clear skies paint the heavens blue
And the clean grass paints the ground green.
The tall trees glow brown
And the bright sun shines yellow.
Birds fly to and fro
Between the clouds.
They sing and chirp
To a song only they can hear.
The wind sets the tune
For the trees to follow,
And the grass to shuffle.
And the colors all blend and match
To the season of the year,
Browns and oranges and yellows.
The songs grow louder and louder throughout the day,
And the lights brighter and brighter throughout the day.
It all creates a sort of harmony
That would otherwise go unseen,
But the mere beauty of it
Creates quite a scene.