Large and sensuous appear the mountains-
how they undulate with a lustrous roll.
Shades of lazy green on the horizon
where tanned hills stretch like wrinkles of a mole.
Scent of the forest mingles with the wind,
and sprinkles its essence over the field.
Dew in the air floats around with a glint
to which the blades of the grass gently yield.
Carpets of sunflowers bathe in sunshine-
the lemony curls with the chocolate disks.
Colours guzzle these misty eyes of mine-
the brush of the artist paints picturesque.
Miles of landscape is sketched on this canvas-
Long, winding roads, and the clock behind us.
