The sun shines brightly on the hill, The trees stand tall, their branches sway, The brook runs gently, and all is still, In the soft light of the glowing day.

A thousand voices sing and play, In harmony with Nature’s breath; The flowers bloom, a bright array, Reminding us of life and death.

For beauty here does ever dwell, In each green leaf, in every hue, And in the heart it casts a spell, Of joy that life brings forth anew.

• George Gordon Byron