DUSK by Karvie Sharma XI-H

The colours of the setting Sun

kiss the frozen avalanche

Hues of orange and red

stream out like the strings

of a golden harp.

The music comes from the birds

their abode awaits their return

The night queens leave out a fragrance

Signalling the stars to re-emerge.

Lamps light up the streets

the moon lights up the sky

As the Sun finally sets

Bidding the Earth, good night.