May 26, 2014 05:44 pm | Updated 05:44 pm IST
It is an evening,
The breeze is blowing,
Children are cycling,
Monkeys on the bamboo tree jumping.
It is becoming dark,
The dogs start to bark,
Birds go back to their nests,
For it is time to rest.
The sky is purple, with shades of orange,
Then suddenly it will change,
The sun is getting low,
Then the moon will rise and glow.
The writer is studying in Deeksha High, Bangalore
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