The Sun in her palm…

I saw this picture on Akshaya’s blog and absolutely fell in love with it. This little verse is inspired from the picture… Up in the hills its evening too soon The glowing red ball will change to a silky moon But there’s still a while for the moonlight white For another moment I behold the sight Its the crimson evening calm And she holds the sun in her palm “How it goes from pink to yellow Blazing down and then once more mellow Those are the changes occurring in the sun Its dawn to noon to evening run And then it vanishes out of sight Plunging us into a deep dark night Of course it’ll come out again tomorrow And then a moment of time I’ll borrow The moment of crimson evening calm When I hold the sun again in my palm” She tells me its her daily ritual I say its not real, its only virtual “The sun doesn’t change, its we who do Going around it and spinning too As we move through our day We look at the sun in a different way We call it pink and red and yellow It blazes forever, never does mellow And as the earth continues its ride The sun is visible on the other side It hasn’t vanished. Its there like before Just that we don’t see it anymore It makes a pretty picture, your palm beneath the sun While you may have your moment of fun Its nothing more than a mere illusion A sweet sight, an interesting vision” “Oh my, you are such a bore You don’t appreciate any more The beauty of nature, the wonder of things I have imagination, and I gave it wings Then it flew off far and wide And I learnt to put all logic aside In a different light, the mundane I see Do the same I tell to thee When its time of the evening calm Stretch it out and hold the sun in your palm”