“The sun is hiding, behind the clouds, like a soft shroud, shading those below” Gun Roswell

Sunshine, with a few fluffy clouds passing by
Sitting under a tree, letting out a sigh
Down the valley, up the mountains
The shadows are bouncing

The guardians of the palace
Keeping an eye on the chalice
A lazy gaze cast over the passer by
Stern look warning “don’t you even try”

Time is almost standing still
Nothing to do but chill
Another lazy day soon ending
To the evening light blending

Vacation time
The best of times