Solace

Blades of grass sway slightly
Pushed by the gentle touch of a breeze
The faint smell of s’mores in the air
Lofting through the rustling trees

Embers take flight out of the fire
Like red orange shooting stars
As all dwellers look to the sky
Observing the rusty color of mars

A faint light rests over the east
The sun waits patiently for its time to rise
The moons illumination shines on the landscape
Stars reflect off my humble brown eyes

Nostalgia plays movie reels of my past
Showing them vividly on the screen of my mind
A tear drops from my eye meant for sorrow
Instead drops for joy of the solace I find