Over the ocean, in the sky,
Setting sun plays with drifting clouds,
Sometimes hiding, sometimes emerging,
Offering bouquets of changing colours.
Tired, the sun retires for the night,
Its colours still adorning the sky
Until the moon and stars appear
To have their own fill of the ocean.
Waves keep coming to the shore
And returning with the same rhythm
To tirelessly check if all is well
As darkness takes over.
Trees turn into silhouettes,
Standing still in their places
As if to maintain careful vigil
Before the sun comes out again.
(pics courtsey Aviral)