The dewed
twigs
were
dangling in the breeze,
When the
sunlight fell on them
It
appeared as if they are
gleaming
with golden gold like hues...
Beautiful
were they...
So
fresh...
So
soothing to look at..
I felt
like
Standing
by them...
for
eternity...
Slowly
the time
started
travelling on his winged chariot...
as it
always does...
The
morning started converting itself
Into
day...
Making
the twigs
devoid of
those dew drops,
which
were embellishments
for them
in the morning...
Painful
was it…
But as
elders say,
“Time
changes everything”…
So it was
like this…
The dewed
twigs got transformed,
But it
was sure, the next day will add a new hue
To them.
|
B M,
One should accept changes with time told so well and also that old times return in better way.
Take care
Beautifully said what is a natural process not only for twigs but everything else