On the way, Nature's scenes
Of the many shades of green
With the backdrop of storm skies
They looked surreal to our eyes
Waterfalls that I had never seen
Flowing from the mountains of green,
Into rivers running red with mud,
Swollen with the snow melt's floods.
As we enter into into our lane
Spots of light called our names.
Solar path lights welcome him and me,
Along with our Great Pyrenees.
The snowball bush is at the stage
Of its most radiant white plumage.
Azaleas and dogwoods are in full bloom
The hostas will be flowering soon.
The creeks are running riotously;
The breeze is blowing wild and free.
We have many friends we want to see.
Today, there's no place I'd rather be.