By Daksh Singh
Disturbance in the meadows,
Who have come to pry?
Lady in the pearl dress,
covering all the light.
Lava flowing from head,
touching top of pearls.
Seeing those dusky hooves,
are jealous flora girls.
Body, so slick and slender;
she's a woman of few bites.
Eyes filled with radiance,
can pierce armoured knights.
""What's she doing here?""
pondering all the shrubs,
There queries got mystified,
with her single soft touch.
Started dancing majestically,
blissfully all the floras,
entire field got enwrapped
in her musical aurora.
Golden wavelength turning slowly into white,
earth's satellite came up, it's advent of the night.
As she turns her head back,
to leave for her burrow.
All the souls were filled,
with a deep dismal sorrow.
Looking at the gloomy greens,
""Tomorrow I'll be back"",
said the girl cheerfully,
joining again her tracks.
Listening to those words,
atmosphere becomes jolly.
New sun will come up,
ending there melancholy.
Dreams drenched the vegetation,
shrubbery's energy gets low.
Sleep attacked the roots,
only silence exponentially grows.