quietly lying in soft grass,
watching the clouds up on high,
hark to the chirping of crickets,
the singing of birds in the sky

hearing the tinkle of water,
splashing its way down the stream,
winding its way to the ocean,
in its depths see the small fishes gleam

hear the soft sigh,as the breeze passzs by,
gently o'er mountain and lea,
feel the sun's wamth, as you, in my arms, lie,
and whisper that you love but me.

feel the soft throb of our heartbeats,
as gently our lips meet to kiss,
feel the wild surge as our love meets,
savour the moment of bliss.