In the company of diffused twilight hours
the sun spreads its rosy colour in bliss
as it is welcomed on the horizon with a romantic kiss by dying stars
which brings him up from his welkin inn.
As it tears the darkness
and bids goodbye to the blue ink,
it showcases the gradient colours of life
by inviting the cock to sing.
The florets swing with joy,
as the cold breeze tickle them with a liking
and the feathered one's glide in the sky,
to great their yellow sunny beams.
The yellow ball surges up
in the atmosphere with glee,
painting the sky with its yellow ink.
The door to hard work,
opens as the sun spreads its heat.
It makes living to sweat,
to taste their desired sweet dreams.
The two legs set off to work,
with a desire to achieve their missions
which they have seen dreamt in their leisure eternity.
Their sweat dries out,
as the sunbeams meet with northern winds
and the scorching heat which one met
in the noon now plays the flute with the passionate wind.
The feathers fly back to their nest giving rise to waves of a murmuration of starlings in scarlet ink scene.
The sun bids adieu to its earthling
as it once again colours the welkin
with blue ink.
It lets in the athletic twinkling stars in the sky
to light up the spirit of the two legs
that had been darkened as he sinks in its inn.
