Crisp cold disdains the power of land;
Ferocious earth, an unscathed seed, and a sunburned hand.
Inherent reminiscence arrives as guest.
Earth Bows, then turns to rest.
Fruit flourishes out of a bloom.
Magnitude appears at the time of gloom.
Faraway, in horizon, day and night collide.
Close by, on earth, the incident echoes like a tide.
Far, very far, sky and earth connect.
The magnificent colors have no defect…
Azure is blue, orange is red.
In the quarrel of sun and moon, no one has bled.
A single delicate bloom of a fruit tree-
Graces the governing dusk like poetry.
Any breather brings joy and sorrow.
Tangible entity praises tomorrow!
Tragedy is not the beginning but the end.
Dire sound of awareness kills the trend.
When disappointment is at the rise,
The good earth takes us all by surprise!! ... Ellie