Strolling down the mountain hill,
Sunlight, i stare with smile,
Closing up for the day as darkness beckon in.
Twilight hastens on
Shadows run across with different shapes.
Walking through the busy path,
I feel a thrill.
Green plants adore,
Sooner farmers smile, stomach made full.
Children running down,
Picking left overs of fallen crops.
Even the soil is proud of his power and effort.
Darkness deepens, heaven opens up.
Ran to take a cover under a palm tree.
Smell of a wet ground,
Fragrance the atmosphere
Eyes closed, arms stretched out,
It's a beautiful sight to behold.
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A nice poetic imagination, Blessing. Thank you very much,