Canvas...
Lanterns hang low over the arches,
As windswept faces hurry along their paths,
Silent, lost in their thoughts,
In solitude,
Brightly, the sun shines through for a while,
Amidst gathering clouds,
Darkness descends eventually,
And a pale haze lingers in the air,
The first drops of rain fall,
Splattering over muddy roads,
Over famished lands and barren farms,
I look out of the window,
The saplings dance joyously,
Rejuvenated,
Briefly, sanguine skyfire is scarred across the horizon,
As the sun sets
And twilight engulfs the landscape...