The Midnight sky is vast and wide, a velvet black cloth. But soon the Sun will come and scrub the inky black away. She climbs so high – into the sky – painting shadows on my wall. That beautiful hue of pastel blue cocoons the air above.
She illuminates the woods, so the birds can find their prey. She dances on sleeping eyes, caressing them into day.
The leaves are washed with her summer glow. She gives the plants their food. Without her touch, green would not show, and vividness would be subdued.
Exhausted from her labours, she starts to tumble from the sky. As she’s falling into earth, she begins to cry. Her tears are silky orange, they bleed into the blue. A twilight glow, is all that’s left, the sky is now, see-through.
Sun sinks slowly twilight looks at the sun and waits for the night to fall with darkness Life also drowns like dusky sinking sun and ends with foggy dusk wearing evening gown A tiny thought sitting on highland stares at
Life is like a wind It takes the birds And the vultures also Knowing it will eat them all through… Balance is always necessary For you and the Birds At times the weather would vary You have then turn in
let it be yourself, the brightest of the sunshine that will become, survive, fair to friends and foes, the one and all,sharing the same world. in time of the disaster, the mind for good and the assistance, the nobility of
On a dull and dreary day When the sky was overcast With dark and dismal clouds I sat feeling so despondent Absence of warmth and sunshine Slowed down the routine business The day seemed longer than usual As if time
As I stride with the side wind she lifts me, her shadow will catch me when I lose control. I am without doubt and incomplete reverse and form, I stand and watch a damp paper page squelched between two rocks,