Ebullient, beautiful, glorious, and bounteous,
oh, what magic there is in the sky every day,
and how many fluffy clouds of all shapes there are,
fluffy clouds so disparate in their shape and size,
that come and go every day,
gentle giants, and smaller ones,
all with their own characters which abound,
and reform continually,
and that are so fluctuating in the sky where they play,
and what blue skies of all gradients and shades,
and what magnificence that beguiles the eyes,
that beguiles the eyes in a most magnificent way,
and how ebullient they are,
the clouds even when they are coloured grey,
with the light pouring through them,
and oh, how beautiful and glorious the bounteous the sun,
that shines upon me, with all the power of its heavenly rays,
and what a wonder to wander upon with the eyes,
and what magical surprises come my way,
and oh, how the sight inspires the mind,
and how my heart leaps at the sights before me,
as I lay upon the grass in the heat of the day,
and how grandly nature works its art before me,
and how grandly natures mysteries intrigue me,
as I lay here staring up at the sky,
and the birds, and as the birds,
they fly on their heavenly way.
