no title, just peaceful
Rolling hills Against an azure sky. A child lazily paying attention The heat saps her will under the wafting willow tree.
Birdsong lifts bees Into a frenzied dance among the violets and daylilies
Somewhere off a brook gurgles. Passing wind is cooled gliding over it delicate stream.
Summer moments, Are like feeling halcyon's Birth into being
A memory to warm the future