Lightning hits a flowered green,
Pretty flowers can be seen...

Pleasant,
Sultry moments...

The bees among the sycamore
Hover proudly up ahead...

Sitting on the river side,
Indulging in a book...

Swaying trees of green -
Absorbing the summer light...

Whilst sitting among
Some long stemmed roses...

Grind your body,
Work it slow...

Hiding among the chrysanthemums
A butterfly prepares...

In a dark and dingy room
A monster this way creeps...

Solitary, peaceful, colour of fire,
I itch, I yearn, I feel desire...

Losing your way in a flowering field
Hiding the shame with a virtual shield...

A withered tree, lonesome on the hill top
Desperately waits for the death of winter...