On every sunset
It send it's sunrays to invite
those flying creatures
for rest

Spread the colourful bright vibrations for their welcome
Cools down the atmosphere
to give them comfort

Birds come with all celebrations
They sing their songs
They Sit on the branches of trees and start roosting

I wonder
Do they plan for next day?
                   Or
They discuss the issues of the day
Sit together to solve before
they sleep

So that next morning
When they wake up
It should be a new and fresh
Start of the day