The sun is warm on my neck and cheek.

It is a warmth that gently enters the soul,

And leaves a path of dappled sunlight

For the Spirit to find its way back home.

It is comforting  and tender in its touch

Upon my neck, almost like a lover’s kiss.

The sun’s rays warm the baskets of

Hanging flowers and other flowers

Blooming in the flower gardens nearby.

The tree leaves quiver in anticipation

As the sunlight falls near them.

The lake sparkles with tiny diamonds

That settle on its surface.

It seems all is peaceful out here

In the healing arms of Mother Nature.

Yu/stan/kema.