Hidden Pleasure

I see the sun rising with a cheerful smile,

As I walk down the dew-laden aisle.

I blissfully gaze at the serene water of the lake, 

Hoping fairly,

For the silence not to break.

I run gleefully through the daisy meadows, 

When they lean merrily after the wind blows. 

The birds in nests are hesitant for the first glide,

Flying above the clouds,

They will show royal pride. 

The majestic sky stretches as far as your sight, 

But it looks comelier when it turns into night. 

The trees have stood there for years and years, 

Standing patiently, 

Along with their old tall peers. 

The soil is damp and dry and cold, 

Only the wise know that it's the real gold.

Take some time and explore the treasure,

Nature, my friend, has a hidden pleasure.