Photo Credits Go To Zubin Oommen Ittyerah
Walking hand in hand towards rising hope, welcoming a new day.
On a road uncluttered and clear made of faith.
Cool, calm breeze ruffling the hair, could turn into a storm.
Reminding, urging to be one another’s pillar of strength.
Flowers of prosperity blooming, filling the heart with contentment.
Finding joy in each other’s company, feeling safe.
Street lights , the guiding lights, like the trust within.
For life will happen everyday if we have each other.
The brighter the Sun, the brighter is the fuscia. Colour intensifying with the intensity of the Sun as if sunlight flows in the veins of the bougainvillea.
Each stem with its own Sun, bursting with sunshine.
The setting Sun sets ablaze the trees;diving into the horizon, splashing evening in its wake.
Fire in the sky douses from red to orange, orange to pink, pink to purple; finally a midnight blue.
Twilight waits patiently for the Moon to rise;for the silver fingers will caress it to sleep tonight.
Lady night descends gracefully in her dress, jet black;stars sparkling like sequins in her gown.
Owls hoot, crickets sing, fireflies dance ,decorating the trees; it’s time for nocturnal glee.
Moon shoots up, turning oceans into liquid silver;irresistible to its pull, tides rise to kiss the moonlight.
Calm engulfs, living sleep; while dawn breaks the silence with chirping of birds.
Horizon sets ablaze, sky catches fire; oceans bleed red, reflecting the ball of fire.