No Rush

Measured quivering, unknown rhythm of eventide

Flurry of activities of winged messengers before retiring

Sky gently blends the afterglow with warm invitations for night

There is no rush, yet, we cannot fathom the eternal patience

Precise movement according to the mood that prevails

Nature does not narrate its feelings in abbreviations

Glorious languour entices the solitary observer within its folds

Exceptional beauty reveals pure feelings without sensationalism

Esoteric moments sprinkled with omnipresent mantra

Overflows with divine aroma to soothe the heart before sleep©