It was an afternoon
when birds in their nest swoon
that the sun forgot
to turn on its burning heat
It cast a warm light
to every being’s delight
Its warm glow
enveloping everything in yellow
Trees, plants and birds
half-asleep, soaked in the mild sun
and humans pausing to stare
hoping for its good temper to last
forgetting the aura of twilight for a while
It’s easy to forget twilight when surrounded by beauty…Wonderful relaxed poem….
Glad you see my point. Thank you so much for the comment 🙂