Yellow,
a sunny hollow,
a lonely path through the trees to follow,
heading for the horizon,
up a steep incline,
breathing hard,
and the beauty of the sunset,
with contentment in your mind,
and a happy heart,
as the clouds part,
and time it ebbs slowly away,
and time what is time,
not much good without time to rest and recuperate,
and time to recover,
from the insanity of modern times,
yes, one foot,
one foot after another brother,
in the fresh air,
and what a climb,
what a climb,
a climb that lifts the spirits and the mind,
a beautiful time,
a beautiful time,
in a beautiful place to unwind,
at a pace so slow,
so slow, but what a delight,
climbing the hill,
and walking through the trees,
in the early evening light,
with your heart uplifted,
in the magic of the time,
sunset time,
a wonderful time,
a glorious time,
with yellows and blues in the eyes,
as the mile passes slowly by,
and as you revel in the evening light,
with the wonder of nature in your eyes,
how enriching it is,
and how wonderful it is,
to be inspired by the sunset,
the sunset,
that delights your heart and your mind.
