His eyes glimmered a bright gold, the sun carefully shining across his face.

He stood on the clouds of Olympus looking down on the mortals that he served.

He watched them dance across the sand, some graceful while others not so much. 

They giggled and laughed, and ate things such as pineapple to beat the heat.

Apollo shifted in his spot, smiling down at the humans below.

He made his way towards his harp, leaving his crown behind.

The gold crown glittered like the stars from the night before.

He sat within the field of sunflowers, playing his harp

The music perfectly blended with the laughter and chatter around him. 

It was steady, soft and graceful at the beginning 

The sky became heavy and humid, the rain started to fall although that didn’t stop him or the music.

The chords, rain, chatter, and laughing are one of the same, music. 

The music graced the clouds of Olympus with it’s heavenly sounds. 

Lighting crossed the sky, illuminating the land in a yellow glow. 

As the rain calmed down so did the music, and the laughter. 

The sun peaked it’s head through the clouds and started to set. 

As the sunset and the moon raised Apollo admired the stars.

The burning stars lit up the sky with a warm yellow hue.