A quiet drizzle late at night, paints narrow streaks in the windowpanes,
A faint breeze among the leaves, weaves riddles in the air,
A lonely building by a busy road finds some time to sleep,
A lonely lamp by its side, tries to keep the shadows inside.
Every little thing plays a little role in this little symphony of nature,
But only when the eyes look at the picture at large, does it reveal,
A greater beauty borne of this fleeting harmony, in this quiet corner,
Divine yet ephemeral, vast yet confined, a moment of tranquility here to find.
For new worlds are found in the shallow puddles where rain dances in the light,
And new stars are born out of tiny beads on youthful leaves, twinkling and smiling,
Yet an ethereal melody does reach the ears, of the wind's flute and the crickets' hymns,
And a thought of peace does echo in the mind. A little thought to recall, a little thought to remind...
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 3:35 AM UTC
A quiet drizzle late at night, paints narrow streaks in the windowpanes,
A faint breeze among the leaves, weaves riddles in the air,
A lonely building by a busy road finds some time to sleep,
A lonely lamp by its side, tries to keep the shadows inside.
Every little thing plays a little role in this little symphony of nature,
But only when the eyes look at the picture at large, does it reveal,
A greater beauty borne of this fleeting harmony, in this quiet corner,
Divine yet ephemeral, vast yet confined, a moment of tranquility here to find.
For new worlds are found in the shallow puddles where rain dances in the light,
And new stars are born out of tiny beads on youthful leaves, twinkling and smiling,
Yet an ethereal melody does reach the ears, of the wind's flute and the crickets' hymns,
And a thought of peace does echo in the mind. A little thought to recall, a little thought to remind...
