The afternoon

I love that time of the day

when the suns heat comes in so many a ray

that time when there’s not much to say

unless you’re dreaming in the day

I love how the trees sway

in the winds whose spirits seem so gay

the warmth that brings sleep to all on its way

and how to sleep many fall as if they do not weigh

the shepherd feels like dozing on the hay

despite the sheep’s bleats coming his ears’ way

its the afternoon, time to nap, and sway,

be your hairs black, brown, white or gray.


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