Singing from birds far distance flown
light steps through barley mown
butterflies flutter on gentle breeze
what is it that my nostrils tease
air perfumed from flowers' scent?
if paradise be true , this surely meant
could Mother Nature's perfect touch
alone speed my heart this much
more likely the woman by my side
not wonders like hay fresh dried
at her that my loving eyes do stare
her hands fighting wind swept hair
her beaming smile so genuine and true
as countryside joy we stroll through
lay down beneath the green leafed tree
enjvista laid out so beautifully
above more birds all grace and fleet
tranquil serenity surely never be beat
Yet I ride higher than this ideal
as with our bodies our love we seal