In the sweet whisper of an evening breeze, she rested.
Under the undulating light show of tree covering and uncovering.
Revealing and shrouding an orange-red sky.
Branches swaying above her, playing peek-a-boo games.
And rest came easy.
It fell soft over her eyes, and sang songs to chase away the tired lines left over from old cares.
And peace joined rest’s song.
Blending harmonies atop that evening breeze.
While gentle chords chimed the end of day.