P.C: Ray Collins
The first streak of dawn,
Rays breathing in life
The melodious chirp, the whispering leaves, the rooster’s call
And a day begins in earnest.
Out for a livelihood,all souls leave.
Soon the bustle pervades the morning calm,
Unnoticed, Unattended yet Omnipresent
The warmth replaced by the fiery heat,
A solar guardian, guiding the wayward
And nourishing the floral stasis.
Come evening, it is homecoming
The distant horizon engulfing its flames
The robust energy saved for another day
The light-bringer departs, leaving moonlight in its place…