The grass looked darker in the shade.

The summer sunlight, started to fade.

A clump of trees of green and brown.

That's what I can see, on looking down.

Narrow white paths, nowhere to lead.

On luscious pastures, some cattle feed.

A small boat is floating down a stream.

Further on, lovely cottages can be seen.

Some quiet roads, now come into view.

Some farming land, I can see that too.

A drifting cloud, leave its shadow below.

All is peacefully still, no wind to blow.

Moving on with my view from the sky.

I can see reddish hilltops, summer dry.

An old white stone bridge forms a divide.

A bushy bank has a lazy river by its side.

Simple things can make a beautiful sight.

As daytime now makes way for the night.