People fall in love with the moon
The dark sky ,the twinkling stars,
The tranquility brought to the lone souls
The secret conversations where people switch roles.
There are poems composed to describe this etheral beauty
How magical the world turns under moons' duty,
How people drop their sheilds
And submit themselves to thee
And how the world turns free.
But what if tell you
I fell in love when the sun rose,
When slowly a ray after the other
Brightened the canvas,
From horizon scraping the sky
Giving birth to new hopes.
When everything began to turn
Into the hues of pink,orange and yellows,
I witnessed the world coming to life
Magnificent birds trailing the sky
Those butterflies fluttering in happy mellows.
How the air smelled of happiness
The tingling sensation I felt onto my skin,
The trees straightening their branches and shrugging the laziness
The moist soil and the newborn leaf pretending to be kin.
And how my lips parted without my knowledge,
And my eyes shut down without a peek
And how deep my lungs grapsed for air,
And how the wind kissed my cheek.
Why aren't poems composed to put a picture to this beautiful phenomenon,
Am I the only one who falls in love eachday with the rising sun?
If you love the moon and the night sky, I'll smile and hold you,
But if you say that mornings drive you crazy and leave you breathless
You'll be the one for me till I bid adieu.
