Sunlit Reverie Poem by Micron Jan

Sunlight drapes across the wooden floor,
Warm and golden, spilling through the open door.
Outside, the countryside hums soft and low—
Fields sway gently where wildflowers grow.

A breeze drifts in, carrying scents of hay,
Fresh earth, and grass that glimmers in the day.
Music threads through the quiet room,
A tender melody that chases away gloom.

Pages whisper beneath my fingertips,
A sip of tea, the taste lingering on my lips.
Birdsong flutters with the rustling leaves,
Time slows down, and my spirit breathes.

No need for plans, no need to chase,
Sunlight kisses my skin, warmth on my face.
Here, between note and word, sound and sight,
I simply am—content, calm, and light.