Dawn and Dusk
On a mid-summer cloudless sunday morning,
Waking up to the dawning;
And watch the sanguine sun rising,
To the world smiling;
The granduer of the magnificent golden;
And it has that dazzingly beautiful look;
The slow and soggy rise spreads,
light and glory and charm to the world;
It adds more postivity and colour and granduer;
The crimson or the scarlet,
Whatever, but there is a mild spread,
of humble care...
when the sun rises in the cockcrow time !!!
The sun is the source of light and warmth
It is an epitome of worldly lovr and care,
It is a symbol of positivity and hope,
It is a picture of success and glory !!!
And then at dusk; the sun appears
In gorgeous pink and peaches and red,
And makes an outstanding portrait,
On the canvas of sky,
With imprints of clouds !
The crimson red sun slowly crossing the horizon,
To the oceanic world; mysterious in the west,
But then again the sun comes,
With prudent charm on the next morning,
And spreads love,
And burn hatred to ashes,
And the sun is consistent,
It is immortal and so its charm !!!