Walking amongst the trees
Made golden by the sun
Grass reflecting sunlight
A little’s more than none
The sunshine playing hide and seek
In between the leaves
When people think serenity
This is what they mean
Tranquil, yet mysterious
Eerie, non mundane
Whispers from the treetops
Calling out your name
In the distance, there’s heard chiming
Day soon turns to night
And the parting of another day
Does not leave out of spite