Every pebble in its place
Upon the quiet shore,
Every bloom I see does grace
These hills a little more.
Every tree its fragrance lends
To scent the summer air,
Every bird its sweet song sends
While perched I know not where.
All this below a cloudless sky,
Before a tranquil sea
With time enough to rest the eye
And set the spirit free.
Leaving, my heart begins to yearn,
Adieu, until my glad return.