The Time Of The Spirits Poem by Aditya Mudbhary

At the moment when the sun burns and dies,
The forest of the eastern hemisphere lives on in utter darkness,
The mountains rough wind blowing hard and sighs,
As the lizard of night scratches the rocks with might.

The owls cry at night brings a feeling of fright,
And the spirits of the forest dwell the woods with the wooing breeze,
The fog clearly restricting the foresters’ sight,
As the spirits are to dwell in peace.

Oh Spirits of the evening,
Thou time has come to leave,
As the sun shall be resurrected,
And thou shall be deceived.

Run spirits run,
Into thy lair of darkness,
The morning has a return,
Thou time has gone.