The Sky…

Nature is beautiful, nature is deep,
a heavenly dream , without any sleep.
The sky starts it day bright,
the sun wakes you up,
kissing with its light.
Trees stand tough,
silent like introverts,
wind embraces with sudden hugs,
like cheerful extroverts.
Searching nectar,
honeybees roam around,
It’s the queen’s order,
to which they are bound.
The birds fly free,
like little kids in complete bliss and glee.
And the Sun runs around ,
scattering its shine .

The sky a pretty while after,
which was bright in the day,
gets tired, and makes a move towards sunset,
where the pink sky rests,
and the brightness fades away.

Time passes by ,
the sky gets dark with a relieved sigh.
A comforting period ,
in which the whole nature can rely,
Whether to sleep in the arms of night ,
or to wholeheartedly cry.
Nature is pretty, you can’t deny,
the sky watches the land
and everything down here, gazes up,
as the night passes by.