In a four cornered room
Tropical sunlight cast its beams
Divided by the glass pane of jalousies
Carrying the visible dust particles
Floating till light touches the wooden floor
As the sun moves at its peak
As the temperatures rises
As the breeze getting warmer
The rays has gone closer and closer
To the edge of the window sill
Amazed by the dust dancing riding flowing in the air
Spotlighted by the sunbeam
Has vanished...
Are you still there my tiny enthusiastic entertainers?
