With sun on my face
It’s rays peering in
From parted drapes
On the windows

Sky is clear
Clouds hanging low
Kissing the hills
As they wander

On lush green trees
Birds come alive
With an earnest
Unending chatter

The branches sway
in the flowing wind
Dropping their pearls
In the garden

Air is crackling
With life of it’s own
And wind blows away
All my bothers.