The Evening

Day along, the mighty sun has been shining. Toward a huge mountain, she has been moving; Having made her bed, she disappears to sleep. The sun’s death triggers lots of defeats; All birds into branches of trees, she flings. They chirp for protection, and thank their God. On knees, they beg shield against nocturnal perils. In a silent world, the wind has soothed all around; Noise and light exist nowhere, like in a graveyard. From afar, I can see a yellow nimble of hope; The mighty light is shattering the darkness to let Birds fly out of trees to meet and enjoy the sunlight. A new enthusiasm has awakened a fresh life’s adventure. Poem by Mugisho N Theophile