Blankets of the night
Walking
through the dark,
Looking
up to the sky,
See
the colors of the space,
It
is black,
Sometimes
with the stars and moon,
Sometimes
empty dark-orange,
Sometimes
with greyish clouds,
Sometimes
with white cotton clouds,
Through
the darkness,
Night
is for resting,
The
eyes got their right,
On
fluffy pillow,
It
closes deeply.
Walking
through the dark,
Looking
into the right side,
See
people with different angles,
They
are colorful in habits,
Some
with their books,
Some
with their meetings,
Some
with their movies,
Some
with their foods,
Most
with self-business,
Through
the darkness,
Brain
sends signals,
Sleepy…..
Walking
through the dark,
Looking
into the left side,
See
plants dancing,
In
wind rhythm,
See
Aves stop flying,
No
chirping sounds,
It
is quiet, lonely,
Through
the darkness,
Green
is the new black,
Nothing
to see,
Sleeping….
Walking
through the dark,
Looking
downwards,
Some
are soil,
Some
are cement,
Some
are tiles,
Some
with grasses,
Some
with stony land,
Stepping
with soles,
Cold,
dry, wet, pain,
Open
the eyes,
Waking
up in dawn,
Through
the windows,
Green
is the new white.
Good
morning!
#Written during I was in my last semester of Biology bachelor.