Nature's Hand, Time Passing by Cierra K. Marie
The wind brushed against her cheek,
Bringing out bright spots of pink.
The breeze tugged at her hair,
Pulling copper strands everywhere.
The reds and golds of fall,
Somehow making her feel small.
The glistening of a sunlit stream,
Like a glimpse of some kind of dream.
The smell of a summer rain,
The sky's tears rolling down a window pane.
The whisper of the wind,
As the day comes to an end.
The sound of a song bird's cry,
As the sun finally says goodbye.