As the day draws to a close, I listen to its whisper of golden rays along the rooftops from my tree house window. The breeze kisses leaves trembling in amber hue, jotting color in shivers across expansive breath. And I feel the space exhale, causing me to crumble into joy for life, this pure splash of freedom coveting my heart and rendering it speechless.
You are alive, you are loved, you are beautiful.
And I watch the sun go down.
(c) 2017 Iris B. Struller