When you tilt your head just slightly upward, 

The sun’s rays come spiraling down the sky. 

A sight indescribable by one word, 

Like the soft sound of a fluttering fly. 

A small warm breeze brushes the leaves airborne, 

As the air sprouts this beautiful bouquet 

Of light scattering, a wonder adorned 

On this stunning daze of a darkling day. 

The air particles’ colored reflections 

Prompt this sunset to graze the grassy lands, 

Touch Exeter’s flag in milliseconds, 

And fly past the stretch of our very hands. 

So breathe in, breath out. Do not rush your fate.

Know that your brightest moment still awaits.