The Pyle Inside

A thin stream of water was trickling on the rocks,
Being drunk heartily by a lonely fox.
Blue birds were chirruping everywhere,
Their songs floating through the warm air.

Many animals came out into the open,
Yawning and stretching their cramped backs.
The meadows were quite a sight,
With magnificently green grass rippling in the breeze.

Flowers were blooming in beautiful colors,
Colors in brilliant shades.
The sunlight shone softly on to the scene,
Joy and happiness spreading like an eagle.