The beauty of tiny drops of water on the soft petals lurking in the lush green wet leaves; after a pouring shower

The melody in mellifluous tunes of birds sighing and perching on the dry green foliage of trees; at the crack of dawn

The blend of fledgling hues and impeccable blue shade of sky fading as strokes of orange in the impending hush; in the twilight of dusk

The gush of roaring waves raving to the bay and ebbing away in serenity as dying cadence of music ;in the summer moon’s lull

The innocence in the gentle smile of flowers in bloom lurching in the wild cascades of wind; in the colourful spring

The symphony of  soothing breeze rustling over the wilted leaves echoing as the pulse of thoughts, dormant in memory; in the biting winter

Are some of those, many ecstatic fantasies, innate in Creation.................

i'm "gobsmacked"you really swallowed a dictionery before writing this one.good read (dictionary at hand thou)