A day goes by and clouds float home,
past field and flower, beyond the light,
where they go in their pleasant roam?
Fills the mind with simple delights.

A weary sun slides across the blues,
from sky and sea, it wavers goodbye,
a welcome change through evening's hues.
Appreciation in thought filled sighs.

A day goes by and welcomes lights,
of stars adorning the moonlit dome,
submerged beneath serene, sweet night,
dreams fill the the air, like softest moans.