A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.
Anne Bronte

A compliment is verbal sunshine. —Robert Orben

Standing, gazing at the sun splashed mountains
All around,
Wind whines through telephone wires,
Singing of;
Days upon lonely chaparal,
Fresh snow high on bare grey rock
Above the tree line,
Cold,
And time.
   

Walking, back along the sunny headland,
Dogs ahead,
Another wind murmuring though tall pines,
Sighing of;
Sun drenched purpled hills
Sweeping down to azure glistening seas
Washing golden sand
Heat,
And time again.
   

Watching, hang gliders soar amid towering [...]