Afternoon Tea

The sun tickles the swaying grains Of soft golden feathered grass. A sweet-tempered breeze rolls Off of blue mountain tops. Clotted-cream clouds dot an Endless summer-blue sky. Soft paws pitter-patter across The sun warmed floor. Amber liquid fades to pink in a Teacup of waning memories. Light dances and plays across the surface a kiss of gold on porcelain. An orchestra of daytime Creatures fill the once empty air And raise the curtain to present a world without a care.