Natural times

The blue precious sky,
The soft green grass,
The surroundings around me,
Are not quick to pass.

The birds, the butterflies and the buzzing bees,
These are just some of the things which i can see,
And the worms in the ground,
Wriggling without a sound.

The shift of the swing,
And the breeze of the air,
These are just some of the things,
WHich you love to care.

The crisp green leaves,
That are posed on the trees,
As they crinkle and crunch,
In the soft summers breeze.