#3537-Kisses

An early morning,

Infrequent scene,

When clouds descend,

To kiss the trees.

Some days,

They play hide and seek,

Or watch me drift,

Among rolling hills.

They are playful games,

Only nature can play.

And on those days,

When grazing cows,

Stop to stare,

I know it can be,

An unforgettable day.