The sun streaming down in late afternoon
The trees that rustle in the breeze
The gentle movement of the world
A child on a bike passing by
An amiable smile as we sit on the porch
The gentle movements
Of a world that holds still
Moment to moment
And hangs on each
Like monkey bars
And every second passes
As a whole reality unto itself…
If this could continue forever,
That would truly be
All the time in the world
