I run until I have to stop,
About ten feet or so;
To find a stone, and sit on top,
And watch the twilight show.
If western clouds cooperate,
And let the sunset through,
Let golden light illuminate
Red dust and silver dew;
I'll see bright particles of dust,
That drops of dew enhance,
Perform a silent ballet, just
A simple swirling dance.
The music of a soft, slow breeze,
Completes this wondrous sight:
The dancing dust, the sighing trees,
The dying of the light.
Mick McKellar
June 2015
There is wondrous beauty in the simple pleasures of life, and I am happy I don't have to run far to enjoy them!
Mick
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