Palm Fronds and Lily Ponds

The calmly rippling lily decked ponds

Are shadowed by gently waving palm fronds

To behold such an exquisite delight

Blessed* must be my sight

Lilting songs sung by many a nightingale 

Can make the best instrumental pieces seem stale

Clearing anger from the mind

The melodies are irreplicable as you will soon find

A fruity mango scent swirls through the ether

Mingling with wafting cinnamon and fresh plucked heather

From the heather fields yonder

Where no lion nor tiger dares wander

* Pronounced bless-ed not bless-d