Sketching Sunlight

Light filtering through grass and leaves,

Warm sunlight falling on my face

And gently floating on the breeze,

The scent of hay and Queen Anne’s lace.

Seeing branches casting shadows,

watching swallows in graceful flight

and grass catching the sun’s warm glow,

my heart is filled with pure delight.

I can’t believe how time just flies

The robin sings his goodnight song,

now I too must say my goodbyes,

and like him I must move along.