Sunday Breeze Poem by Jordane Parkes

There's nothing as refreshing as a Sunday Evening,
sitting in the trees,
enjoying the cool breeze,
reminding myself there's nothing to fret,
while I enjoy the beautiful sunset,
as I search my mind,
there's nothing to find,

I embrace what mother nature,
has to offer,
no, I'm not a scholar,
I watch the birds so high,
fly in the sky,
watch as the winds make the daffodils twirl,
and I say to myself,
what a beautiful world