The sunset
The sun sets slow, a ball of fire
Its dying rays, a crimson choir
The sky ablaze, with hues of gold
A sight to cherish, for young and old
The clouds part ways, to make room
For this celestial, nightly bloom
The sun, it sinks, in soft repose
And paints the sky, with orange glows
The world, it hushes, as if to pray
To watch this wondrous, fading display
The trees stand still, as if in awe
As night descends, with gentle draw
The sun, it slips, beyond the hills
And with it, takes, the day’s warm spills
The sky, now dark, but not for long
For soon the stars, will play their song
The sunset’s beauty, a fleeting thing
But in our hearts, it still will ring
The promise of a new dawn’s light
That comes with every, sweet twilight.