The Tune Changes

Look at that one lonely valley.
When the sun rises,
along with the vermilion beams
a soft vibrant song  spreads
all over it.

When the sun sets ,
the moon shows up
 for the habitual evening walk.
An echoing, melancholic song
drenches the vale .
A silvery syrup is made in the black bowl
called 'The Night' ,
and as the fluent fluid hits the dark wall,
the wind column keeps churning out
the song- the Anthem of Void .

The tune changes its apparel again,
When the sun rises.

Reviews

[ElizaB]

Thank you for entering my competition.

Straight away you set the mood, tone and place. I walk along with your words in hand, as lovely and languid as the moon you so beautifully depict.

My favourite lines being:
'A silvery syrup is made in the black bowl
called 'The Night'

It is us who make the night, in the sense that we call it. We have given it a charm of its own, a charm which you portray so lovingly.

[Anand Sehgal]

Thanks so very much. I feel really honored to receive your comments :)

[Ghost of Jupiter]

this is a gorgeous image you painted here...a calm serene poem that sings of nature beautifully...

[Anand Sehgal]

I tried something different. thanks dear for the review :)

[KWP]

A lovely poem for the daily rituals of this valley.... I like it for it's meditation qualities. . The valley does not attach, it simply accepts the world continuing on it's merry way :-)

[Anand Sehgal]

thanks so very much dear. Glad that you felt connected to the poem :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

nature works in mysterious ways...it provides company for the lonely valley...just like humans had voids in their lives, but someone might come along to fill it.

really nice allegory here.

jacob

[Anand Sehgal]

thanks so very much Jacob.
I am trying to work out some nature themes nowadays . Let's see how it goes :)