Averment

I walk along the flourishing flowers
in a magical green grass;
my heart rejoice the tenderly fragrant lilac,
sense the sent of sweetness.
I love the wind - its force,
persistence, and vigour, the life,
the brightness of the sun, its warmth,
and incinerating power.

My creature is filled with the chirp
and the warble; my mind is at rest.
Buzzing of insects, whisper of leaves,
hum of a day - the murmur of present;
this is my joy, and my promise,
and my averment of another day.
I exult in my fondness of love,
in my affirmation of a light wight.