What a beautiful day!
The sun fills the sky.
The breeze is fresh and pure.
I like these days of light.

I look up and remember my youth.
I would walk through the fields.
The plow turned the earth.
The hay was cut in its time.

I remember that words are powerful.
Each syllable can bring back memories.
I listen to the birds above me.
Their tunes are bright and full of joy.

A small animal runs by.
I laugh as it climbs a tree.
It reached the crown in moments.
I don’t think it saw me watching.

What do I need to hear today?
The breeze tousles my hair.
I expect that it will be cold soon.
What a beautiful day!

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.