The sun descends in the horizon,
leaving its encouraging imprint.
The sunflower closes its petals,
leaving its beauty and scent.

The wandering birds are off to their nests,
They are very weary and going off to rest.

The butterflies are flying gaily,
over the flower beds,
To rest on the sweet lily,
and flowers with hues of red.

The cows are in the meadows, now chewing their cuds
Closed tightly and ready to open tomorrow rest the flower buds.

With various hues, the blue sky turns to red,
Bading goodbye to the sun, and welcoming the moon, who by
the stars is lead!!

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Poornima Kamath from GS-Lab at Pune, India captures and cherishes some lovely moments in her life in the form of poems, thats one of her hobbies.

Read more poems by Poornima

• Pride goes before a fall
• India
• Holidays
• Success

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