8 September, 2019
Water which chills,
Flows through the hills,
Nature is still,
Dawn is due.
The rustle of leaves,
Sovereign in the sight,
The soft rusty wind,
Breaks the silence of the night.
No stars found,
But the moon is new,
Howl of hounds,
Hollow but how?
Arrival of night,
Reduces brightness,
Which makes the forests wild,
Till the dawn is fine.
W.D. Ashan Mihir,
Grade 6,
OKI International School,
Negombo.