Brightly the fire burns in the hearth, of the home
where the children are sleeping quietly.
Brightly the moon shines in the night, above the loam
where the grass is soughing in the wind gently.
Brightly the cat’s eye glows yellow at night.
Before it winks shut, it turns green slowly.
Brightly and spread out are the city’s lights
that look like fireflies shimmering softly.
Brightly the sun sends its blessings from its heights
to the land down below, and then blazes hotly.
Brightly the stars glint before sleep closes one's eyes
and dreams come to chase us in its meadows, playfully.
© Koshy AV
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