How beautiful is the sunrise every morning,
How beautifully does the sun set every evening,
And the touch of dusk is felt by the sky which slowly encounters the end of a day,
Finally, the sky gets lit one more time,
Not by a lamp, but by a band of stars, guided by the light of none but the moon.
Sometimes I wonder,
How amazing this nature is,
How it expresses the beauty of an ending,
And the tragedy of a new beginning.
And how unnaturally it surpasses,
The thoughts which cloud my mind,
And somehow find myself raining,
Into the depth of those eyes,
Which when look outside the window,
At morning and at night,
Not just feels the light that shines,
Or the darkness that is experienced,
But enters into an abode of heaven,
Which could never ever be judged by,
My worthless mind...
