Transfiguration: ( In Summertime)

O the soft light,that captures a rose in bloom,
Transfigures the grey stream into sapphire blue!
Pure Light, that shines from the still heart of the world,
Transforms the rapt poet, as dreams become words.
Nature's refined music permeates the mind;
Until the dullest of thoughts becomes sublime.
Her melodies seem for brief moments of bliss,
As though they've taken claim of our consciousness.