The afternoon is immersed in yellow waves
Speckled gold leaves waver to the wind's rustle
Ruby red, ruby red

Sapphires hang in splendid orbs
From leaves with heart-shaped faces
Flirtatious wings beat, nestled above in branches to sing
Half written phrases of heart songs

Plump children with red-splattered fingers
Squealing, taunting, laughing, running
Bouncing high to fall among twigs, the sound like splintering bones
Red ruby, red ruby

The wind blows past leaves
The summer heat challenges the bashful wind to a duel
Perspiration remains in the air, coaxed only by the rare rushing wave of air

Children play and hide,
Plucking sapphires from emeralds
Trees watch like patient adults, protecting those who take cover in their woods
Ruby red, ruby red