Money can't buy it
Fresh
A dainty dew is born,
At the tip of a tender leave at dawn,
Sparkling when shone by the radiant ray,
At the start of a brand new day.
Lush
The endless stretch of green, green grass,
Free from buses, free from dust,
Tickling your toes from step to step,
The perfect spot to take a nap.
Soothing
The gentle gust of wind,
Cooling like the icy taste of mint,
As the breeze picks up little rabbits hide,
And trees sway from side to side.
Free
The sparrows in the sky,
Swiftly taking off the fly,
Never bothered by sorrows nor pain,
Cheerfully chirping sunshine or rain.
Breathtaking
The sunset as evening draws nigh,
Warm shades splash across the sky,
Gorgeous is the gaze of this wonderful sight,
The perfect moment to fly a kite.
Amazing
The touch of the night,
Under the glow of the bright moonlight,
With shimmering diamonds high above,
The air is scented with a tinge of love.
Magnificent
The works of the bright moonlight,
Many hearts to it are captured,
Every detail is just so precious,
Money can't buy it all; it's simply priceless.