When the red sun burns like a bush-fire <br />the blue horizon is coloured <br />with photo memories burning into the irises of the eyes <br />and the skeletons of trees move in the wind <br />like spectres dancing around the fire <br />while rosy clouds decorate the sky, <br />mixing with colours of amber and crimson <br />creating a heavenly atmosphere <br />and when the birds decent like angels <br />the picture changes to almost a holy scene <br />and when the choir starts singing all of humanity stand in awe. <br />When the red ball of the sun leaves the horizon <br />the tranquillity of night takes over from the day <br />and becomes the mantel that cloaks everything.<br /><br />Daleen Enslinstrydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-choir-begins-to-sing/
