As the Sun makes his vanishing act,
The Moon takes over his job
Accompanied by Edison's evolved wonders.
Chirping birds are busy in sweet dreams
Filling their spots are chirps and squeaks
Of six legged arthropods and bats
He loses himself gazing at her
In her , he finds himself,
Her lucidity mystifies him
With green photosynthetic beauties
Playing the symphony of silence
With a timely disturbance of honks and horns
The calmness which she has, eludes him
Being such a center of attraction
Yet so simple , yet so humble
Deep within this concrete jungle
In the desert of modern times
She is the oasis of nature!
