Whispers of evening

Cold weather gazing through the window Something deepens carving a hollow Looking outside praying for miracle's sign While blunders stir inside though all seems fine Winds whisper as branches sway Each trees dances in their play Perhaps an illusion drawing nearer Time ticks on, the vision gets clearer A chorus of children wander around Their laughter rises, a joyful sound Worn out clothes yet bright with cheer Carefree of future that draws near Lost in moments they fully live now Teaching us presence that we forgot how Little ones see no tomorrow Only today - untouched by sorrow With heart that knows only love not hate unaware of odyssey that waits With each step, they leave a statement True joy lies in pure contentment Passing of flocks of children - i wonder Will they stay this blissful forever? The question lingers , soft as thunder, soft as thunder......