An Old Woman

Beneath the shade of an old oak tree, there sat an old woman completely free, humming and singing an unfamiliar song, with sounds so sweet and words not long. Her white sun-kissed hair blowing like a running mare on the tails of the wind, and her tan leathery skin, draped with a dress vibrant in colors and apparently unpressed. A spell she cast on me as I sat near, how lovely, how serene, with smells of sweet flowers awakening in the spring. A warmth filled my soul as I closed my eyes, how peaceful was the never-ending blue sky. I could stay there for hours, no time was addressed, I had no where to be and, I needed the rest.