The fragile glint of a leaf
Delicately caught in a gentle wind,
Dancing with the perfect blossom
Of an ancient tree.
The sparkling sheen
Of a sapphire stream
Working Its way
Through a treasured landscape.
The gleeful bird flits in the sky,
Singing the Praise of a thousand springs,
While down below a flower opens,
Reveling in the wonders of the modern world.
A perfect picture painted
With a million brushes
The most fragile, most precious,
The rarest thing in the world.
Short-lived, but not necessarily,
Tins, Bottles, Cans,
A hundred words written
on a hundred trees.
One single word
And we can continue to paint
The most beautiful picture
That we will ever see.