Staring out of window

admiring nature’s awe

 

Picture full of perfection

sans single evident flaw

 

 Indolent tepid sunshine

 streaks daubed with gold

 

As if time has stood still

to treasure and behold

 

A lone cloud high above

seemingly gone astray

 

Wending its way towards

blurred horizon far away

 

The trees swaying gently

with gusts of mild breeze

 

Laden with ripened bounty

caught in a timeless freeze

 

So much there to capture

and everlastingly preserve

 

A deep sense of utter bliss

we often fail at to observe