By the Stream*

How oft I go, to the stream
Where we had spent hours
Upon gazing the hills, trees,
The mild soothing air that stirs
Leaves, flowers, buds and us,
How oft I go, to that serene spot
Where we spent our blessed life
With love so magnificently wrought,
And we wandered there true
Singing spring and summer seasons'
Bright as we get colored by the Hues
Of our wandern lust, never to be
Called complete, like our Love
For Nature's beauty and Peace,
Ever green, ever enchanting.

(*Note : upon a painting loosely based, as attached; courtesy: Musica Pittura e Dintorni)