The End Of Things...

A beautiful day,

With all the birds chirping,

Cool breeze floating around,

Trees looking more greener,

As the morning rays touch the ground,

And wisps of morning fog still linger.

Suddenly and too soon,

The day is slowly lurching forward,

To its end, its path tracing,

The afternoon glow and the 

Sun rays are harsh upon us,

The birds nestled quietly in their shelters,

Cool air is replaced by hot gusts of wind.

And now, it's almost at its end,

The sun is now going away and giving,

Space for the moon and its white serenity,

The birds crying at the loss of daylight,

The night air rustling the silent leaves, 

And the twinkling of stars providing us,

Another beautiful night and giving us a wordless message,

"Everything has an end. It's you who shouldn't stop ever".