Moon at Half Past Noon

Rain falls in silvery gleams,
Dust and earth-light paint their dreams.
Ten small hands in a row they stand,
Little Pari, four, with a tiny hand.

Red cloth glows, seven years bright,
Fireflies dance by the river’s light.
Moon’s soft smile through clouds does peek,
At twilight’s hour, the world’s unique.

Twilight’s children, with dreams that soar,
Reaching for light, for songs and more.
In their eyes, a spring of tales untold,
In evening’s glow, forever bold.

Sunlight drips through leaves so green,
Wind falls silent, the flute’s serene.
Twilight weeps, then laughs once more,
Their melody opens a sacred door.

Small feet race where rivers play,
Splashing rhythms that sweep the day.
Homes of color, with dreams they weave,
In twilight’s tale, their hearts believe.

Twilight’s children, with dreams that soar,
Reaching for light, for songs and more.
In their eyes, a spring of tales untold,
In evening’s glow, forever bold.

Twilight’s children, eternal and free,
In the evening light, they’ll always be.