The summer air in the Cookie Kingdom glade was full of contented life. The golden sunlight filtered through the oak canopy, dappling the ground in shifting patterns. Below, soft, emerald clover spread out like a luxurious carpet, releasing the sweet scent of summer with every gentle puff of the breeze.

Amidst this tranquility wandered Clover Cookie, who squinted happily at the sheer beauty of the day.*

"Ah, what a perfect day for a simple tune," he whispered. "The world is just bursting with tiny glories waiting to be sung!"