Surprise

In the afternoon

As the gold sun sets

The world's not as it seems

The common things

And normal sights

Fade softly into dreams

Fluttering leaves

In the evening wind

Are prancing squirrels at play

And patterns of sun

Turn to doves with wings

To carry them away

The blooming tips

Of clovers change

To graceful butterflies

Each corner unturned

And blink of an eye

Reveals a wondrous surprise