Day-Scape

Meadows over endless meadows.
Say hello to Tuesday's mellow, staring down the sun.
It acts like no one is watching, up in the sky,
Golden to the eye. Ay, spy;
Bring something down.
An apple please, I'll let go of my gown.

Hills that cover endless hills
Are under April's cherry spills, staring down the sun.
They act as if they are nothing but the sky
As it is pink. Fallen to the ground.
Some blossoms please,
For I have now come down.

Dare say, may they, upon rivers,
Their heart's wrung worth of shivers, cold in the sun.
Such acts of murmers in an orchard,
Marvelous say I. Ay, cry;
Bring me a song
My master, please, nothing's wrong.

Ringlets into pretty ringlets.
Laughter in my bows, I'm a brunette, blotting out the sun.
You play with my shoes then we fall to grass.
Darling, I am lass. Ay, pass
Your hand by my breast,
Listen to my heart's low music, and rest.