By: Bottled up Zen~


the weeds in the garden
grew slow against the fence
it was that part of the day
when time goes to god
…it’s never truly silent here
nature will provide its voice
and hum familiar sounds
the children are somewhere
laughing and playing
discovering the mischievous intent
of insects the setting sun turns the landscape
a luminescent copper tone as
fire flies explode their light
into the oncoming dawn