Nothing like bright sun
Breaking through the bushy leaves
To lift the spirits.
Rain has run its course;
The sky is bright blue again.
Buttercups smiling.
It's a yellow day;
Dandelions, buttercups
Ruling the roadside.
Darkness of the woods
Heightened by patches of sun
And unseen bird chirps.
What spirits live here,
Hiding in the lawn's shadows;
Dancing out of sight?
Why are shadows still?
They don't make any noise
Even when they fall.
A friendly kitty
Stops to say "Hi" and get scratched,
Then trots on her way.
Lying in shadows
Tire still has no place to go.
Smoke from passing car.
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