The colours of the evening sky are a mix,
Undecided between fiery red and jaded orange,
I come home to the sounds of little kids,
Abandoned to the joys of play.
Exotic birds and their colourful feathers,
Stop and chatter on my wall,
For all their delightful noises,
I doubt they were enquiring about my day.
The scent of untouched nature calms,
Washing over the day's worries,
An encore, as the crescendo ceases,
The end of another day is near.
Undecided between fiery red and jaded orange,
I come home to the sounds of little kids,
Abandoned to the joys of play.
Exotic birds and their colourful feathers,
Stop and chatter on my wall,
For all their delightful noises,
I doubt they were enquiring about my day.
The scent of untouched nature calms,
Washing over the day's worries,
An encore, as the crescendo ceases,
The end of another day is near.