In the Valley

Morning slips into day fearful of folly
Clouds echo the colors to comfort the melancholy
The trees outstretched their shield of leaves to cover
The dreams of both warrior and lover
Flowers open beneath the subtle shade
For whispering where couples once laid
The wind runs with such strength and ease
Massaging the earth with such soothing peace
All bow to appearance the play now begun
The glorious return of the prodigal sun
A fatted calf a joyous celebration a decorated hill
Honor the coming day with such excitement and thrills