Faint mist in the air
Lets the sun shine softly through;
Shiny blades of grass.








Old box is face down;
Once it carried fresh picked fruit;
Now it's just rotting.

Moist smell of the woods
Brings back thousand memories.
Soft warm wave of air.









Window in the fence
Opens on a verdant lawn
And lets sights escape.

Lone dove pecks the road
Searching for morsels of food;
Seems pretty fruitless.

Morning light through mist
Illuminates the forest;
Dark and light spotlights.

Light blue and yellow
The two flowers coexist;
Model in nature.

Garbage truck wheezes
Clanging cans and grinding gears;
Sounds from the city.