Late March sun
Bright and warm upon me
Blooming gift from nature

Colors plush and vibrant
The sounds of people 
All around me

The wind making its way
Through my hair

(And I feel so at peace)

Sun's fading now
Creating hues of gold and orange
Birds chirps are less and infrequent
And the joggers are all tired out
You can still hear them in the distance
Panting and gasping for air

It's becoming still and quiet
Left with only my thoughts
To keep my company