One Fine Afternoon...

One fine afternoon, on the porch I sat,
There was no one with me except for my teddy bear Pratt;

So I gazed at the faraway trees,
Bowing their heads to the gentle breeze;

It was an afternoon just like any other (one)
Smiling from the horizon was the setting sun;

Suddenly on something fell my eyes,
Flowers of every shape and size;

Bloomed in the gardens big and small,
Painting them in shades of red, blue, purple and all;

Somewhere in the distant wood(s),
I heard a bird cheerfully sing...

All he wanted to say if he could,
Was, "I welcome thee, O spring!"

In every corner, in every nook,
In every direction one could look...

Was present something of impeccable beauty,
To describe it all is beyond one's ability.