The warm summer afternoon breeze blows softly through the
porch chimes, producing a little melody that seems to rhyme.
Soft, white, fluffy clouds float slowly across the light blue sky.
The clean air, the warm sun, the smell of new cut grass make me high.
Yellow butterflies glide effortlessly in the bright colored flower bed.
A humming bird dots in and out of the sweet perfumed flowers,
and all that I can see is his little green head.
The tranquillity of the soft summer afternoon slowly drifts away,
as a lonely turtledove calls for its mate .
The sun has began to melt and the day is getting late.
The insects crawl slowly up the garden wall and evening shadows
began to fall, as the sound of a distant crow makes it's last noise call.
Night’s curtain is being drawn.
Sadly… the day is done and the
dark of night has once again won.