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.
Copyright © Elizabeth Rosna | Year Posted 2024
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