I walked through my lawn in the morning,
The sky blushed pink with the sun rising,
The gentle cold wind ruffled my hair
With the fragrance of blossoms in the air,
The mist over the grasses began fading,
The birds in the nearby pond were wading,
The song of a little thrush soothed my ears,
The aroma of fresh brew smelt so tender,
For once I forgot that I was at my lawn,
And felt like I was residing in the haven.