Until the next sunrise..

She sits to pen the sunset
The birds calling for their loved once
Because soon the blue sky would be changing to grey and then black

The humans out there from sunrise
Would be soon heading to their homes
Some just escaping from the day
Some running to meet their beds
Some just running to celebrate the surprises awaiting them home
And some trying to turn the calendar dates as fast as possible

But a few remain
Who adore the sunset strolling across the street
Walking along the soothing chills of the dawn
Sneaking from home , accompanying the lonely roads
And few under the fountain escaping from work

And for a moment in a day , the trees stand still
Leaves not dancing with the wind
As if awaiting for something or someone to arrive

Something that is never gona happen
Or 
Something, that is awaiting it's perfect timing

And suddenly she sees the baby fast asleep in the craddle
Does the baby thinks of waking up early
Alarming her parents of the sunrise
Or she wishes to add the hours to 24 so as to sleep more

The animal who like wandering
Often never settle in a street
But are often seen finding , one among them
With whom they can gossip of the rest

And she never forgets to ink him on every page
Because his just shys off to evening thing
As it's time for both of them to march to their homes

Until the next sunrise