Sunset
As the sun sinks low
In the bright blue sky
As the clouds are blown
By a breeze on high
As the daylight fades
And the shadows creep
As young tousled heads
Are prepared for sleep
As the distant mountains
Strike a silhouette
And an empty pool
Has no-one to wet
As I sit and watch
Palm trees shake and sway
I am grateful for
Yet another day




Ah, now that is picture perfect! Beautiful, Trudi!
Lovely words Trudi. So much to be grateful for. Enjoy!