Saturday, November
30, 2002 |
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When the sky turns red, The birds go to bed. When the stars begin to peep, We must prepare to sleep. When the wolves begin to cry, The sun sets — I wonder why? When the night slays the day, The weary kids cease to play. The tired farmers go back, Each carrying a large sack. When the birds to their nests fly, The sun sets — I wonder why? When the curtains are drawn, And toads croak in the lawn. When the traffic slowly decreases, The chirping of the birds increases. When the daylight slowly will die, The sun will still set — I wonder why? — Harpreeti
Kulwant Singh, Class VI, |