When the sun is about to set.

Just today it was that I figured out that serene voice. It is a voice of love, of safety, a voice that carries within its waves the laughter of kids,  birds whispers, the sways of the trees. It carries summer laziness and dreams that lay in haze. 
It is a sound that is as fragile as a daisy’s petal. It vanishes so fast, without a notice. It disappears quickly by us,by all the noises that surround us. 

The sound i am writing about is so low and so far away but once it comes unexpectedly to your ear you will not be able to make it stop, you will not be able to make it unheard. 
You will live in it until it fades away, 
You will wait impatiently for the next time its present again,
You will wait for tomorrow.
Because it’s only there for a finite amount of time, 
The voice of the afternoon sun, Just before it goes down.