Sunday, March 17, 2013

The magic....


A sweet smell rises above
From the mud wetted by the drizzle of showers
& the sun sets beyond the moor
Time seems lost into endless hours

The moon then shows up
From amidst the misty clouds
The skies dressed in colours so calm
Their beauty to one, does sure astound

The merry cheers of the homecoming birds
Announces aloud the end of dawn
The day grows dim till all is dark
Giving a feel of the forces unknown

A magic is spread into the chill of air
By the stars that shine out in a mysterious way
Enjoy this magic to the fullest tonight
For what might come next, one can never say