Memento:

Cold and windy, Something amiss...
A dead Winter day, yet -
The Air;
Manifest bliss, light heart bright bliss
Nature pulses joy, no threat.
Sun's Glare.

Sun bright, birds aflight, they sing bliss
Their song, morning ablaze
Cool heat;
Such a strange scent, say, what is this
Snowless soft ground, dew glaze
Day's sweet;

Clouds as soft as a loving embrace
The Trees dance to the song
Think how- ;
This day suddenly shows such grace
All the worries, stress gone
For now...

There it is, a smell, a sense, free-
Worst mood turned bliss, so light
That day;
The scent of Spring in Winter rain
Fresh air holds this delight
Not grey.

All in glory, equal to all
Matter not, whether rich or poor
You see;
It gives scent to all, Nature's call
Discriminate no more
It's free.

What art thou, this Ordered Chaos,
Nature's Utopia,
Describe you not for fear of not doing Justice.