before dusk--
sunlight
finds its way through billowing clouds
over emerald hills
and one tree, standing alone
turns brilliant:
golden, glowing
dark here, shining there
shadows slanting out behind.
just for a moment,
magic
glimmers through the air
just for a moment,
I almost believe
Nature speaks
just for a moment,
beauty is manifest
harmony reigns
all on account of
one angled ray of
sunlight.
1 comment:
you captured my heart at "emerald hills"
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