The Day is Fine

the soft sound of winds
caresses her hair
it's so serene
when it dances gently
as tho it's so keen
to sweep her shoulders
off any sorrows unseen

the soft beam, of this evening sun
brings out every life
hidden within her eyes
and now it shines
spelling out every bliss
one could possibly find

when the silence starts to sing
senses are brought to thought
but what does she feel
leaves me to a question
if the day is that fine