The soft cooing of the doves,

As they sing away a song of love

          The brief intermission of the light rays,

As the clouds part them into different ways

          The trees branches swaying in the wind,

As the green leaves whisper with the branches

Singing and playing in light, cool words.

          The silent ringing of soft, white snow,

As they dance and swirl while the light wind blows

          The mellow vibrations and beats of the odd, hollow drums,

As it coincides with the song a rhythmic hum

          The song comes to a sudden stop.

Then slowly, the waves in the ocean begin to foam,

As bee sin the summer air continue to roam.