they call it in photography
when the light is not orange but white
not when the sun shines bright
nor in a stormy day.
But this kind of light brings forth to life
A desire to pause and savor the sight
of greeneries outside the window
and the listen to the chirping of the lone bird on the willow.
Sit down and rest a while
Be inspired and feel the cool and the warmth
Creativity comes to sight
Every little thing the hands touches alight.
Not the excitement that comes on a sunny day
Not the sad mood that the rains blow away
But the calm and contentment it brings
painted by this hue.
when the light is not orange but white
not when the sun shines bright
nor in a stormy day.
But this kind of light brings forth to life
A desire to pause and savor the sight
of greeneries outside the window
and the listen to the chirping of the lone bird on the willow.
Sit down and rest a while
Be inspired and feel the cool and the warmth
Creativity comes to sight
Every little thing the hands touches alight.
Not the excitement that comes on a sunny day
Not the sad mood that the rains blow away
But the calm and contentment it brings
painted by this hue.
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