10 November 2012
Among the modern civilisation, There is still a blissful, natural sight. Higher than the roofs of houses, Remains a gentle, pulchritudinous light.
From aqua, ocean blues, To golden, precious leaves. From flushing shades of roses, To the midnight violet streams.
The wispy branches twirl around this beauty, Leaving fragments of the nature beyond. Entwined in this delicate portrait, A colourful spectrum aligned into one bond.
But soon the darkness descends, A cloud of deathly smoke, As it emerges into night, All the symphonies of colour are shadowed under the cloak.
Afternoon Sky. • Opuss № I