Honeysuckle, rose

As I walk down the country lane at dusk 
I breathe the scent of honeysuckle, rose 
The gentle breeze caresses my hair, soft 
And fills my heart with peace and calm, composed 

I see the sun set in the western sky 
A splash of orange, purple, pink and gold 
The birds sing their farewell songs, goodbye 
And nestle in the trees, their homes of old 

I feel the warmth of summer on my skin 
The promise of a night of rest and dreams 
I thank the day for all that it has been 
And all the beauty that it has revealed 

I smile and sigh, contented and serene 
This is the magic of an English scene.