Daydream
Silently soaring
The caresses of the wind
sweeping though my mind.
Silently soaring
The caresses of the wind
sweeping though my mind.
The last light of day
Paints the leafless canopy
With an auburn glow.
The sun has risen
and shone its warmth on my face
for the final time.
Crimson clouds hang low.
The day’s embers glow softly,
Burning down to dusk.