A short walk, a short walk down the riverbank.
A brief stroll amongst the grass.
A brief stroll to gaze,
at the lilies on the water and at the cranes,
the cranes who stand there so gloriously,
and who fly so beautifully,
up into and across the sky as I pass,
and what beauty there is in nature,
what beauty that upon the vision makes its mark,
makes its mark upon a short walk,
down by the riverbank as I take my time,
and as the birds in the trees sing so happily,
I sit by the river near some flowers in the grass,
and oh, how the scent of them,
it livens me and it brightens me,
and inside me does cause a spark, a spark of inspiration,
a burst of inspiration from my fascination of nature,
nature that sprawls gloriously before me,
and that so wonderfully captures my heart.