Another day comes & will go no doubt also. Not done much so far. Taking a rest for a while i think .meantime a poem is in order i think

Nothing Like The Sun

The clouds wash over the sky,
like a aquamarine drenched sea.
Two birds fly upwards to the sun,
As though trying to capture the beauty, of it.
While they do that , i sit & wonder.
There is nothing like the silence they give,
Nor is there anything like the Moon so bright.