Afternoon

sun-kissed dreams, I'm overgrown, lost in worlds I do not own. birds sing sweet symphonies above the trees, as russet leaves fly through the breeze. grass so fresh and sweet, I'll sink my roots and simply be. here I could lay, till embers glow, the world unwind, a calming flow. no need to run, a tranquil hum, this sunlit haven, I've become.