The Village

Cock-a-doodle doo
Pigs snorting and grunt
Bleat baa the Sheep
Hidden In the trees squeak squirrels
Gobble gobble gobbling turkeys
Low oxens, Moo the cows
Hohi a hohhle hi
Bray donkeys so similar
Rolling on the red dirt
The village.

Swallow-tailed bee eater,
calling and singing
A green barbet; dark brown head
Answers the call
A red capped lark
Entertains the morning
An emerald spotted wood dove
Seated lonely somewhere
Cooes to the extravaganza
The village.

Days End.

I have seen the sunset
Filling the western sky with Orange
Fiery clouds escorting the sun Home
Dispatching an Aura of golden rays
Bidding farewel the long shadows
Calling tired farmers back home
Inviting the host of the heavens.

I have seen rubies in the sky
Appearing one after another
An Invisible hand somewhere
Along the horizon unseen
Switching them on to light the earth.
Twinkle diamond twinkle
Red, Blue, Green twinkle.

I have seen a beaming face,
Peeping at me from the dark horizon,
Then shyly sailing high
Racing against the wispy clouds
To join the Radiance of her daughters
Smilling all the way to the constellations;
Blazing Beauties of the Night!