Lock-Down

As I laid my eyes far, far though,

Brick upon brick with colors stand apart.

On the right, there is a grassland stretch across,

On the left, there is a big structure with the light on.

As I gaze,

Through the concrete maze,

I see stories roaming across the terraces.

With the setting sun,

The sky changes its colors from dark red to orange,

Like my characters changing every day.

As I observe,

I breathe in.

The zephyr of instances gulf in,

With the wind character changing.

Someday zephyr, someday squall, someday tempest!

The stories of terraces changes,

But, the left and the right remain the same though.

As I laid my eyes far, far though,

I see a bunch of opening, refreshing in the Patio.