September Sun

Gently the wind whispers its magic,

In the September Sun,

The Green grass glistens,

Swaying slightly in the garden,

A magpie sounds like a machine gun,

The sky is crystal clear,

On this September sunny day,

Summer’s serenity in the garden,

Murmuring its magic,

The wind shows its strength,

The sirens and cars can be heard in the distance,

But Serenity has opened her arms and sent,

This magnificent September sun,

A beautiful Blessing in disguise.

Margaret Mara