A girl wades into the water as lily pads float her way.
A cool breeze whistles through her hair,
Lifting the silky threads high into the air.
Her heart falls into rhythm with the chirping birds.
The gust of wind is light—not too cold, just right.
She gazes at the lotuses:
Serene little blossoming pearls.
The sweet fragrance of the flowers reminds her, summer is here.