Missed the last one? Here's a link to Zigeunerweisen, Op. 20.
Rêverie, by Claude Debussy
A soft glow casts upon the field's grass,
still fresh from the early morning dew.
Faint whistles can be heard through the trees,
the notes weaving into a melody of harmonious birds.
The ripples of the water are carried into the stream,
along the smooth rocks polished with time.
The flowers sigh to the sweetness of its own aroma.
A lone cloud travels across the sky, pacing infinitely.
The day becomes alive,
and everywhere is the reflection of its beginning.