The sun still peeps through the leaves of the pine,
Sends its everlasting warmth and sunshine,
With a promise of light,
That will come again morning time.
The sun slowly sets with a divine grace,
While the flowers send their fragnance.
Chirping birds set to their homes,
After a day of endless roam.
The sun finally bids goodbye,
The moon is setting somewhere to say hi!
But there is hustle-butle all around,
And the magic of sunset is often found.
Take a moment, look around you,
And what you'll find , will astound you,
Nature unfolds all its beauty before you,
The magic of sunset lies before you.
All your worries are left behind you.
YOU ARE READING
MYSTERY OF POETRY
PoetryRight from the depths of Literature, I bring you this gift of poetry, Wherein each word has a deeper meaning, an unsolved mystery, Wherein even a line can convey tons of long forgotten history, Because the best way I can express myself is by t...
