Afternoon
Golden light spills through the drowsy trees,
And paints the shadows on the garden wall;
A sleepy hum rides on the quiet breeze,
As unseen songbirds make their gentle call.
The busy world surrenders to the sun,
And rests until the fading day is done.
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