Silent Sun

Having memories, I can't complain, birds flying past in the skies, chirping, singing songs of evening tide. Gentle breezes pulling at my hair and branches of trees, tripping across the sky and over the ground, spilling leaves here and there until they get caught in the grass somewhere. Silent sun, beginning it's daily descent to the other side of earth, while the moon is preparing her tresses to show off during the night. Lovely peace and gentle stirring, life reminds me of my Mother and the times we had together, alone on the mountain top with no others in sight.