Simple Slow Tender Ballad

Sunlight drifts through oak leaves

Inviting the warmth of easy afternoons,

Magnolia blooms whisper secrets,

Peace settles over fields of golden grain,

Laziness wraps like a soft quilt,

Echoes of crickets sing the evening's lullaby.

Sweet tea sips in the shade,

Lingered moments stretch like shadows,

Old porches cradle memories,

Wind chimes dance on gentle breezes.

Simple pleasures paint the days,

Orderly routines and quiet charms,

Underneath the sky’s vast embrace,

Time moves slowly, like a river’s flow,

Hearth and home in soft harmony,

Endless afternoons of serene grace,

Resting in the soul’s gentle ease.

Never ending stream of laughter of youth

Days in the South, a slow and tender ballet.