Demolished

The rising sun in the sky,

Birds started to fly.

With vivid brightness,

Still, it's brightness in darkness.

It's breezy April,

With pleasant wind.

Trees are ready to dance,

But I need a chance.

Rising water,

Through bridge.

It's not a pearl at all,

Just sounding as a ball.

Perhaps,

The skies are red.

It will be surprising,

If the skies will be blue.

Birds,

Mayhap to visit along.

Not as a messenger,

As an eyewitness of Irony.

Animals,

Perchance is smiling.

Here smiling,

Not means to be glad.

Smile,

Of an innocent and mature.

Mean different,

May be true or ironic.

Shadow,

May be black.

But it may be bitter,

When we remember it in dark.

An Era,

May be of darkness

Or brightness.

You have to see.

It may,

Water and water everywhere.

Of glacier,

Or of eyes.