Epiphany

Reflecting its neighbourhood, The lake water shone yellow. Resembling a synchronisation of saturation With the setting sun. Seizing green colour of the grasses The sun painted them gold. Engrossed gazing pines dance spectacularly, Only awakened with sparrows' chirps, And Robins' melodious songs. Perched on the edge of a dead tree, Abrupt thoughts hovered my consciousness. Despite a gust, the dead tree stayed firm. Nighbours swayed, relished, Departing sun of the beautiful evening. It rests and rests.... The landscape mirrored delight, It grieved its own death. Incompetent to sense, the scorching sun, The white sheet of snow, dusk and dawn. It rests and rests.... Observed the ambience twice . No mournings! no sorrow! Nothing ceased their pace. Infact , they moved on. It rests and rests....