The sun was shining over the trees,
Hovering, suspended by invisible strings.
The minutes tick by slowly
And the clouds, like angels,
Floated across the sky.
Loud, large, and lively geese
Passed overhead, disrupting the quiet scene.
To describe the colors
Would be like trying to describe
The Sistine Chapel Ceiling;
It would be hard to limn
The beauty of it all.