Some days fly by on,
in sweet whiffs of butterfly wings,
a buzz of immortal song fills on,
a slow dance under blue skies, as the day flies on.

A dream, a cloud of steam,
a spoonful of laughter and a happy gleam,
the rain fills in a harmony as it pours,
yellow light brightens up,
a slow brushstroke, humming with life.

Caught by a breath, like early dew on sliver threads,
soaring in the sky, thoughts fly on.
white as a cloud, a dove taking flight,
dew trickles on , setting in dreams as they go.
the day goes on, winding all along,
as the heart mellows on, before the light is gone .