Waltz

The sunlight is playing peek a boo with the trees, a rather gentle sight within morning's breath. It seems the birds wish to play as well, chirping along to their melody. How green the leaves dressed in the trees do seem, ever yet stirring from the early breeze. How ever it is one wishes to turn their head, they cannot escape the shadows dancing along. May morning last until the day beckons in warmth. Until that hour comes, let us enjoy this simple harmony. The waltz between peace and that of time.