An Evening Poem by The Artist

The sky has turned pastel pink,
And the glorious sun is about to sink,
This is the time to feel distraught,
This feeling in your heart comes seldom not.

The silent breeze seems to kiss the trees,
And the vital summits have bent to their knees,
The clouds look fascinating, of which I am mostly fond,
Are wandering in the sky, Worriless vagabonds!

The fragrance of the watered soil seems so sweet,
And the wavy grass upon it performs a great feat,
The fate of the journey of the birds has been destined,
And now it is the time for them to get dined.

The sky being the greatest art,
With its contrast, tells us a legendary part,
A part of life that no man can deny,
So magical is this wondrous sky.

I am happy because I am living,
And at the same time
I have a grief; because I am losing,
The magic of this noble nature’s sublime.

Nature never keeps you solitary,
It just makes your heart pensive with its glory,
So let the great dignity of nature never fade,
So humans; respect it with a higher grade.