Eerie atmosphere as if the sun Were hidden by an opaque veil of ash A stillness too that silences the leaves And the loud world to a moment's rest. It is the hour of the great eclipse, No birds sing and stifled the cricket's cry As suddenly the earth a stranger seems To one accustomed to the day and night. An unknown scent drifts upon the air. Almost a frightening witching hour comes In the heavy sky when day has turned to dusk. One stands alone wondering if this Was how the world began before the Word Brought light and the first greening came. Perhaps a landscape on the cusp of time Before the mighty OM, the primal sound Was heard and the first laboured breath began. But now the sun in an unclouded sky Returns and normalcy is ours again Though one reflects as on a passing dream Why we are here and what is yet to come.
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