Right here right now.

The multi-layered tumbling fields
Cascade into the distant hills
Sweetest scent of summer's fayre
Carried like the wind's own breath
The warming Midday sun still rises
This morning's dew is on the run
The Willow's branches swirling twisting
Like layered gown that's caught the breeze
The sounds of Summer all encompassed
No man made Sonnet dare compete
My senses fed at Nature's table
No finer banquet e'er relinquished
I dine with King's that need no crowns.