Carnival midst October

Depending on the unseen mother, Midst of mountains and October, All friskily change their color, Only lifeless are kept sober. Vibrant dances of all present; Lively rustle of each attire. Oh, the beauty of this event, Resembling a blazing fire. Carnival lasts for weeks and weeks; With all the dancing in the wind. Now soft landing is all they seek, As if bitterly they have sinned. Slowly, one by one they depart. It’s late now; cleaners at the site. No soul to see, but felt in heart Long time now, triumphs a bare white.