Perfect days
pass far too quickly
with the sun glimmering
between leaves of green
not even the soft warm breeze
can blow away the hue
of emerald bliss.
But time
presses the hands of the clock
onward, ignoring the euphoria
of this human –
this speck upon the earth
who creates amidst
a perfect day’s inspiration.
Linda G. Hill 
It’s peaceful. I love it.
Thank you 🙂
Reblogged this on Idiot Writing and commented:
Beautiful…
Good one!
Thank you!
Beautiful.
Thank you 🙂