Glorious are the colours of the sunset. Shadowy trees hide part of the illumination. Night is coming, but before night the sunset.
Marvel as the beast we call sun lays to rest.Before It wakes the night calls out to us and the moon is our salvation. Then the beast rises again to call out the morning.
I watch the sun go down and wait for the stars. As I wait I watch the sky change colours and the breeze blows. The stars start to appear. Once again I'm staryeyed.