It is a beautiful day.

With the morning glistening with a glitter of vermillion,

along with a little red, and a hue of blue

As if the night is still lurking about.

The birds chirruping merrily,flutter their wings

Against the oncoming day.

And the world seems at life

All over again.

But she is dying, and with a heavy heart

The birds fall silent, and the sky is not worth looking at.

The world loses all its colours.

It is a beautiful day no more.