Only the moment is where she lives

Her hair hangs down her back
And her laughter is like music calling out for others to join in
the wind rejoices at the sound of her song
the forest floor seeks to please her bare feet
As she bounds about
through the trees she runs
As they stand tall and proud reaching up toward their beloved sky
the sun is eager to see her
He tries to peek through the thick forest roof
The brook babbles over slick cool rock and races to keep up with her
caution and timidity is forgotten
Her mouth is full of sweet notes that seem to echo on and on
The wind caresses her face with a warm scented breeze
On and on she dances
Weariness has no hold
And time is lost in the love song she sings
Her beaming face shows no fear of death or sickness

Only the moment is where she lives

summer night

The heat of the day is finally fading away
The cool breeze softly blows,
warm and refreshing.
The squeak of the porch swing is rhythmic
As you swing to and fro lazily
The sun begins to set with hast
as if he is going to be late for something
the clouds try to prolong the moment
As all becomes still with nights final coming
In a blink it is upon us, sitting thickly
All stays calm as they wait for the next summer day