Sun goes down in Reds to violets. Clouds and hills Silhouetted on fiery Canvas cooled by Stardust and Luna’s Gentle glow. Soft music of Cicadas glorying In summer’s theater Accompanied by crickets. A chorus of leisure And lemonade!
Just like being there . . . you describe it very well, and with the classic virture of verbal economy.
Starward
Just like being there . . . you describe it very well, and with the classic virture of verbal economy.
Starward