EVENING

Blushing red roses grin at me like shy tribal girls,
smothering me with their sweet intoxicating fragrance
While I gaze at the voluptuous curves
of the virgin-white clouds
floating elegantly over the green meadows.

Purring pigeons flutter
their milky-white wings and
flirting butterflies swim in blue waters of the sky,
Water-lilies nod their heads in unison
as they listen to the chorus of the singing swans
gliding in the shimmering lake.

The solitary evening pens a melancholy poem
on the flushing face of the sinking sun, and
Night arrives like a majestic queen
on the silvery sledge of shining stars...