Sunlight filters through the air,
And penetrates the land,
Which is glowing and duskily lit,
In the muted glory of a bride's face through her veil,
The clouds are mere wisps in the sky,
Carelessly tossed about,
Like some forgotten remnants that the storm gods
Forgot to pick up
The leaves rustle, and seem to be whispering
Like the excited gossip that young girls enjoy,
Hushed as they spend their time watching the animals,
Scurry about,
Wish the tired contentedness of a harried mother
Watching her children
All is happy,
On a lazy afternoon,
In the summer
-Tiffany W-
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