A Moment's Peace

By Glen Savio Palmer

Beneath a canopy of trees, aglow with lights of pink and plum,

A bustling café stands, where evening's weary souls come.

They find a seat among the leaves, where soft light steps descend,

To sip on tea and coffee blends, the day's fatigue to mend.

The air is filled with laughter's trace, as stars begin their nightly race,

And every face, though lined with stress, now softens in the twilight's grace.

The trees, like sentinels, stand tall, their shadows dance upon the wall,

A refuge from the office's call, this arbored café holds them all.

With every cup, the tensions ease, the mind and spirit both appease,

Among the branches, light does tease, a gentle, calming, whispered breeze.

The world outside may rush and spin, but here, the time seems to thin,

A moment's peace, found within, as evening's cloak is drawn akin.

By Glen Savio Palmer