A cool breeze shook the maple leaves
As the spring sun shrouded everything in ease
The golden hour when even time dances with the trees.
Sunlight frolicking, seeming to fly
That beautiful light warmed my inward eye
Hazel, orange, and blue are painted across the sky.
The sunlight fading made me grin
Though the ending of such perfection seemed a sin
But any day when beauty reigns can only be a win.
