Three o'clock in the afternoon
He sat on the porch
Comfortably on the garden chair
Nose buried in the softcover

Behind the rose bushes
And the evergreen tree
The wheelbarrow budding with daisies
The bees buzzing but lethargically

The heat of the sun beat down
On the sweet, lazy fragrance
Of the green stretches of grass
And the calm serenading of birds

Green leaves they sway in the wind
They ebb and flow like the waves
It could've been Seychelles or Mauritius
But it was right here in the heart

Of home.

Take care.