Sunrise and sunset look pretty similar, even though the rays of light travel in opposite directions. Both may occur at the exact location, and their glow appears alike. Occasionally, sunsets glow orange and are surrounded by clouds. I’ll explore words that might capture how I feel and characterize these two events tonight. Anyhow, it’s a… Continue reading Sunrise & Sunset
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Sunrise
Sunrise here happens in installments, first, it gets to the hills, then the valleys, and everything else Behold the happy sunriseFrom chasms unknownTo the bluish clouds, pureTo heave the gold blanketOver the hills and vales,Over the highs and lows,A moment—solemn, unspoiled
Muse: Sunrise
Fortune may rise with the sunlight For dawn, flourishing lovely dew, Presents a distinct day for a new start And to every man, equal odds to grow
Come, Watch the sunset
Come, it’s sunset Let us ride towards it Hold my hands Watch the sleepy clouds
Sunrise up the Forestlands
When the sun rises upon the quiet hamlet
There is joy, there are smiles and laughter
The curtains are thrown open for light
The golden rays of the sun swing in
Hopes are high, answers to prayers come
The children roll out their bicycles
As their dogs follow them, fast
The little ones stay behind, to watch the fun
The girls file in a line to the stream
Talking about the previous night
And how great the melon harvest was
The boys march through the forest
To check their hidden traps
And hoping to kill a wild cattle one day
The women pound yams; make soup
Giving the hamlet a new decent smell
And from the hills, one can tell what meal that waits
The men gather about in the town center
Deliberating on a fresh and virgin farmland
And the new bridge proposed for the river
Trees swoosh about like a choirs swerving
The noise of joy is full and all about
And the tree leaves fall solemnly with the wind
The clouds blue, new and fresh
Let the sun turn all hue bright
Painting a beautiful image of the hamlet
As it falls on the huts by the roadside
Making those lively, painting them gold
And drawing wonder to all living things
The mamba and the boas come to the pathways
Scaring many, but joining the sun funfare
The monkeys play on the tree branches
The cries of the hawks up the skies
And the smaller birds making nest
Outside the hamlet are heard
The winds are not left out
They sing aloud, to the hamlets hearing
They conjure the spirits of the Whistling Pine
And as the warm friendly sun rises quietly
Smiling , it brings good tidings to all
Bugs, ants, faun and flora, man and woman
