Sunset

When the evening of the day comes, Its time to say good-bye, To our own mighty, luminous Sun, Which, like a lamp shines in the infinite, crowing sky. With us, it shares its light everyday, Listens quietly to all what we say, But when the dusk arise, It goes back saying good night. And that is when the Sun sets, A mixture of orange and red, Like blood mixing with fire, Not a single eye fails to admire. At sunset the Sun either mixes with the sea below, In the water its shivering reflection flows, Or it fades away in the sky, As to high and holy heavens it flies. To the setting, Sun some ladies pray, As the sky starts becoming grey, By now, the Sun decides to leave us alone, Looking daily at this tradition I have grown. Lovely is the sky that I see, At every evening as the sun sets free, As the long day has made it tired, As it spends hours burning in fire. So the Sunset now takes Sun away, Going by its usual way, Leaving space for milky Moon, With a promise of coming back soon.