The sun is sinking in the sky
The colours blending slowly
Melting and forming a beautiful painting
With colours as light as a rainbow.
And soon the sun dies
The painting is gone
As an ocean of darkness
Rises to swallow the day.
The moon goes up
Shining its silver light
On the sleeping world
Quiet.
A deadly silence
An ominous sound
The sound of footsteps
Treading in the snow;
The sound of a hunter
Tracking its prey.
It is right there
In front of him.
He lifts his net
Ready to catch
The grey circle
Glowing in the lake;
But suddenly, it disappears
A pebble was thrown
By a young boy
Who did not want the hunter
To catch
The moon.