Baskadia

I love watching sunsets,

Not the perfume but yes I wear that,

As the sun rays spread through the horizon,

The reflection of beauty as the light welcomes the darkness.

The perfection of the colour shades it creates as it spreads the light to the earth

I love sun rise..

The rejuvenation of it's rays as it marks a new day dawn,

Gracious voices of the birds singing,

The mild and caressing wind as nature stretches to welcome a new day,

As the dew evaporates from the earth,

The promising energy of the beginning of a good day,

They say the early bird catches the worm. i believe we create our own fate.

The world has memory. And

Karma is a bitch