Serenity

It’s the chirping of the birds,
The languid humming of a bee,
The brown grass bathed in light,
Streaming from an azure sky.

It’s the singing of a song,
From the lips of a young teen,
Her hair whipping in the gentle breeze,
That billows from an azure sky.

It’s the sitting on the grass,
Cold lemonade in hand,
Laughing with her dearest friend,
Who's face is framed by an azure sky.

It’s the view atop a hill,
A line of trees all hues of green,
Bathing in the serenity,
The silence, of an azure sky.