Shrouded by the gentle breeze,
Comforted by the overwhelming serenity.
Listening to the occasional pit-a-pat
of the light afternoon rain,
The wind chime sings.
Tingaling, chingaling, tingaling,
Music dancing in the air.
In the corner of her seat,
By the lamp, dimly lit.
Embraced by the tranquility,
On the wet, windy Saturday noon.
Oh, why wouldn't time just freeze.