Dawn To Dusk

The bells and the chime mark the rise of the day.

The hilltops shine in the foremost ray.

The colors emerge as the first bird mocks

Only to surge with the new dewdrops.

The winds, the rushing, the misty gales:

With hopes anew, the dawn prevails.

The day then halts in its next lil’ stance

And flowers go vibrant, the colors enhance.

The scorching rays form a fiery hoop,

Betrayed by the sun, the travelers droop.

But still move on, in dunes of sand

Deny to surrender to the parching land.

The dusk comes around with its lonely trance

When trees and plants abstain their dance.

One by one while birds start hushing

The river goes still, now ceasing its gushing.

And the woods around the untouched lane,

Embrace the silent, eternal bane.

                                                                          - яhԑȃ