The soft golden morning light glistened off the rain-soaked pines,
An evening of storms reaching its end as the day burst through the night,
That gentle golden hue shrouded the forest in the peace of late a summer haze,
The shimmering leaves rustled in the gentle breeze,
As hummingbirds darted past in the distance,
All signs that despite all the calamity, Nature’s powerful play rolls on.
