An Evening with Mountains

The dissolving scenery
And the fading evening.
With silver blanket of moon,
Every peak is up to dreams.

The trees in the valleys
Are now shadows of their own.
The fog is rising as
Shining silver smoke.

With the melting moon,
Rocks are softening.
The breaths of night shimmers
And goes down sinking.

The softer the air is,
The quieter is the scenario.
Buds are lying unconscious
After drinking the drops of dew.

On the turns,
The roads are yawning.
For an unknown person,
Someone can be heard singing.

The dissolving scenery
And the fading evening.
The breath of night shimmers
And goes down sinking.

Writing Credits: Piyush Singh