Under the Colouring Shade

In the shade, under the banyan tree, Where the man lays his heavy head And rests his pounding heart; He whispers in his dreams, His hopes in his life, he leads. His dreams are coloured As the vivid hues Painted across his cheeks. A mini sunset painted on his face But in his dreams, it's the dawn. Dawn of sunrise. He wishes for the tomorrow, Yet to come. Oh, how the records are played on repeat; As the songweavers reach for the Sun at day's end. The melancholy in their voices, Some, chirping and twirling, They wish for the today That is about to end. But some, singing their melodies in the skies All the while, making their way home To their nest, beyond the Sun Alongside, their shadows Dancing on the valleys. And their reflections Hiding their weary wings- On the lazy river; Its water fall down the horizon With the moon on its tail. As the man under the colouring shade They wish for the tomorrow, Yet to come.