Precious Sights

The afternoon sun shines softly on the leaves Summer’s warmth returns, while the clouds drift Away, away, as the weather decides to shift The trees wave happily, in the soft blowing breeze There is nothing to do this moment, but rest Watching the sun lower, in the distant pale blue sky Listening to the peaceful music from nearby I notice the happy bird’s delicate, balancing, nest All the simple things waiting around to be found I pick the two cherries hanging on the cherry tree Shining ripe hanging from the branch, waiting for me Before they may fall downward, onto the ground Sunlight dances across the paper, where I write Words spilling from within this restful moment Taking in all the sweet beauty that has been sent From a creator, giving us these precious sights Heidi Sands 8/13/17