CRAFTED NUANCES

When the night sky gave her farewell kiss
To the morning sky,
She left a blush on her face.
The blush shyly grew into a ball of exhilaration
And sent beams of happiness
All around the sphere.
With this awoke the chirpy winged-jewels,
Shaking the tree out of its slumber
And out they flew into the sky.
The birds in mad happiness darted everywhere,
And the blush grew wider
And coloured the life of that day.

Came evening and the dusk yawned wide
Into the night sky,
Dimming the blue deeper.
And slowly studding her with ornaments
Of bright little stars
In varied scattered patterns.
With this returned the winged-jewels,
To their cosy little nests
Swinging the tree to slumber.
Out rolled the queen of the late hours;
With her radiance, lit upThe darkness of life of that night