The gentle breeze is shimmering
The leaves of every tree;
As Gulls reflect the light of Sun
Hovering high and free.
All bow to the wind’s anointing
Obeying the airy blow,
Across land and curving river
As wayward waters flow.
Into gilded clouds of sunset
A burning fiery glow;
The longest day departing,
Gone for us to know.
All life then veiled in darkness,
In hope of dawn sublime;
Leading to more wonders new
In onward line of time.
Monty Alexander 22.6.10