Casting shimmers of stardust, a magical brew

Greens of variety, emerald and jade

leave an imprint that can't possibly fade

Incense of spices runs through the air

Luring all into their secret lair

Lilacs and daisies, wildflowers galore

roses of blood red, scents soar

mosquitos seep blood, birds soar through the skies

beyond the horizon, a yorkshire cries

dew gradually falls, it moistens the ground

as mesmeric a scene can rarely be found