A girl called summer flips
her hair and twirls round...
A gold light glows through
the trees making leaves glow...
Mist shrouded stone,
Once a majestic home...
The wind rushes through the bare trees
As the branches rustle together...
Shes back again in cherry woods
holding the butterflies by the tip of her fingers...
A cold wind blows the leaves around.
Insects and animals find shelter on the ground...
Raat ne andhere se kaha
Tu khyo hai itna kala...
A Night says to darkness
Why are you black...
You step outside you know its coming.
You can see your breath, hot against the cold...
Shining through the clouds,
their light diminishing darkness...
The Daylight breaks
The burning sun decays...
"My time has come,"
the Sparrow said...