I sit and sip my glass of wine, as evening turns to night,
taking in the beauty of a quite miraculous sight,
watching as the sun goes down, from my veranda chair,
breathing in delicious scents, that permeate the air,
I never tire of the show, only nature can put on,
It lasts maybe an hour or so, and then, alas, is gone,
watching as the blazing orb begins to burn the sky
with deep reds and bright oranges, as it prepares to die,
then, later on the twilight shades of a purple lilac haze,
thrown down like a blanket, snuffs out and ends the days,
The sun is dead, long live the sun, I smile, no need for sorrow'
I've whiled away a happy hour, and I will again tomorrow!