An orchard bright with blossoms fair, Enfolds a world in sweet delight. Where daybreak brings a fragrant air, And laughter dances with the light.

Each moment blooms like fruit divine, Supplying nectar for the soul; Where bees and butterflies entwine, And nature weaves a porcelain whole.

In seasons’ change, I’ll hold this still, With gratitude that runs so deep. For life finds beauty, life finds thrill, In every essence it must keep.

• Robert Frost