The shades just got transparent
the orange turned darker
and as the night is about to fall
the waters shine sparkles!
The trees sway with the wind
holding hands is a ritual
but as they travel leaves drop by
forever, lost in the transition!
The wet rocks echo the croaks
the swing of waves bathe them
for they have waited the long day
love, for the waves!
I sit on a rock, watching the game
everyday its the same
morning comes and day goes
waiting, waiting for the rains!!
