The wind caresses this august day

Cooling a sun drenched scape Of towering pines

Sentinels to Manicured gardens running riot

With countless late summer zinnias. 

Popcorn clouds race to vaporous strands.

Small birds cavort in an impossible lapis azure sky. 

This day contages joy and dance

Freedom from any chance of darkness dredge or doom.
For here lives life in every constant bloom