When the morning sun arises
And all is a seraphic calm
The dawning sky holds surprises
For many menaces to advance
When the gilded sun rules the sky
It transforms into a blazing curse
Scorching the earth from up high
Until its final desire is bestowed
When dark shadows sweep across
And the aerial creatures come down to rest
The ghosts of twilight are now the boss
And the last rays of the sun have gone down
When the moon scintillates in the air
Adorned by a mask of obscuring clouds
The stars radiate their icy stare
Until the majestic sun returns to the sky
-Chanaka Epa
