Naughty winds play with fallen petals,
Blowing sweet fragrances,
Through the evening sky.
On dancing shadows
Of birds in final flight,
Rusty brown leaves flit and cry.

The resplendent sun
Bids adieu to the expanse
It shone on;
With a promise, yet again
Another beautiful day,
It will bring on.

Croaking frogs and
Singing crickets,
Hop on wet grasslands.
The day gives way to night,
Songs and dances
To spectral talons.

The moon
In splendor,
On mirrors of water, lay.
Stealthy moves and
Silent cries,
Little games of survival in play.

The eyes shut to tiny stars,
Twinkling mysteriously,
At the world below.
The night passes,
With hidden secrets,
To a promised morrow.

© teshnair™

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