#1473-Shadows
12/08/2021
A rare, warm, sunny day.
When nature’s young,
Can run freely and play.
Butterflies float about unseen.
Clouds refuse to appear,
Careful not to disturb,
What may have been.
It’s a quiet day.
Perfect for daydreaming, and
Feeling life’s solitude,
That often hides unseen,
In the shadows.
