Flying Time

Bluish firmament with a mellow sun, Perhaps the last light of the day. A bit of cool breeze is justFlowing down through the town,Spreading happiness and calmness. The greenish trees are looking a bitMore green and fresh, as if they are happy too. Unnamed birds are flying across the deep, dipping sky. Townsmen are walking, working like lambs...Not even looking at nature's portrait. Town ladies are busy with their early evening duties. That group of boys and girls is playing...Just playing and playing...Looking like moving dolls of this sweet town. And me, winning over the flying time...Just enjoying the whole scenery with deep joy.💕