The Sky is not Blue

It fills me with ecstasy

when I look at the sky in hues pink

the earth blossoming in mauve and white

filling its canvas in myriad hues of

yellow and beige

and the tall mountain

guards vistas of green

 like a vigilant sepoy

as the earth frees itself from shades of darkness

The array of flowers from nature's treasury

offer a bouquet of bonhomie

taking cues from platter of rainbow

the chrysanthemums,marigolds,tulips

exude absolute magic

echo serenity of musing

each season comes with a different set of bloom

resplendent in subtle glory

regales us...and implores too

to weave a quaint story

their smile mires in gloom

as evening catches on

the sun recedes in the far west

before nestling for recuperation

recreates the same sequence as of dawn

 the wait elongates as the moon takes time to arrive

to bathe the flora and fauna in ivory, one more time

and spin gossamer stories

hope never dies...it seems

the sun and the moon keep it alive

alternate to regale us in the aura of magic.